by: Bobby Crowley
Rusted
Twisted
Industrial Complex
Bridges Unhinged and Undermined
Deep Down
Under My
Sandbank
Skyscratching Bank
Shatters Sky
Breaks the Bank
Metal Coins Tumble Out of Mouth
Scrape Teeth
Cut Gums
Blood Like Copper
Comes
from Coin Dispensing Wrists
Rusted Razor Blade
Hot Metal
Searing Pain
Slot Machine Mind
Blurry Racing
Rolling Hills
Facing
Fortunate Factories
Crushing Trees
Blotting Ink
Inkwells
They do it so well
I am OH
SO
WELL
Just Fine
Just Perfect
Just Dandy like Andy
Warhol
Had It All
Had the Gall but Not the Gall
Bladder
No Matter
Madder than the Hatter
Had Her
Lost Her to Another
Wonderland
Down the Hole
Looks so Small
Don’t Fall
Fly
Chance to Dye
Another Color
Another Other
An Other Above Her
But I Am Below Her
Bellowing to Her
Begging to Get Through
To Her
Through
With Her
Done
Miss Her
Fuck
Mister
Rogers
I Don’t Know My Neighbors
They Don’t Owe Me Favors
SO WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN I NEED A FUCKING CUP OF SUGAR
Barbara Crowley is a Queer woman with a love for all that is fabulous. She is currently working on her Creative Writing degree at Loyola University where she is also on the board of Advocate and a writer for the alt. magazine LUChameleon. She is in love with Andrea Gibson, her labradaniel puppies, and singing loudly in the shower.
