This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

I wrote you a poem in my head and my nose started bleeding

Now open up your legs, because it’s time for a feeding

Inside my orchard the dirt’s going to shit

The birds are all silent but the rocks eloquent

I built you a house out of vomit and sticks

I paid all our bills with painkillers and tricks.

We wanted some solace from the noise of the world

But now I can’t remember if I’m that kind of girl

I’ll bring you a twinkie on a tray on my knees

While you whistle along to a theme on tv

I have no shampoo and my skull’s falling off

I begged you to choke me to the border of shock

But while you remind me what it’s like to die

Please spare time for a wink at the camera’s eye.