Flowers for Everyone

the bartender
feeds her manhattans,
only chargers her
for every other one
making it easier on them all.

the more lubricated she gets
the farther her shirt slides
off her shoulder,
drunken body leaning
in a drunken boat
and it reveals
a tattooed ring of daisies
around her left breast.

she can't see much more
than the faint, blurred smiles
wolves licking their sharp teeth.

they want to open her up
like a flower, their mouths
stinging her like bees
touching her secrets, roughly.
they want to fill her
with the seeds of their fathers
and watch her wilt

with the poison.

Aleathia Drehmer 2008

Published By Opium Poetry 1/09

Marcy

i walked into my secret lover's
room without knocking,
found marcy there shooting up
junk between her toes, toenails
dark purple like bruises,
bags under her eyes
and forehead glistening with sweat.

a single drop rolled down her chest
until it hit the wire of her black bra
and absorbed.

i think to myself
god, she has great tits for a junkie.

and i am jealous
over those breasts
over her dainty heroin fix
over the fact

that she still has him in public.

Aleathia Drehmer 2008

Published By Opium Poetry 1/09

Chew

Like buskers, we linger on the streets
telling false fortunes and charming snakes
of their cigarettes. We are filthy
on the inside with regrets
that get no forbearance.

In hand, we crack stolen pop-shit music into shards;
pieces of Warrant and Madonna and Hootie
become deadly Chinese stars in our grip.

Passersby unaware we are building
a shed of blood, stringing victims
from its shoddy framework in the back alley,
draining them like gutted pigs.

I plan on drowning you, by request,
in the contents of their discontent,
plan on hearing you scream for an end
as I keep releasing your head
above the bloodline of society.

But first, let us chew
the theory of relativity
between our teeth and bitch
about how bitter it tastes.

Aleathia Drehmer 2008

Published By Apoetelephone 2/09 (Audio poem)