Biography of Punk Nona
I was born. I stumbled through puberty. I fell upon adulthood. Now I linger, wondering what it is life has in store for me.
Punk Nona's Works:
Punk Nona Poems
tick tock tick tock tick tock Gotta stop the clock now- it's getting too carried away, and I'm just
Don't try to fool me with things like logic... I think it's a way of bending to an everyman's world.
I am waiting for this infatuation to end I am waiting for the lights to stop shining so brightly seeing stars
Once again being swallowed by the mess I've created around me. Too many nights of broken sleep.
Well I've been broke and out of it for too long to count. I've been wondering when
Got to be careful got to keep my wits
And when did the world make any sense? I need no symbolisms No metaphors to try and figure out...
An Emotional Epiphany
White cotton panties scarf around her neck- there's a bit of mystery there that he no longer wants
This city has my soul; I walk it's streets, I ride it's buses, I devour it's greasy food-
You're such a perplexing man sweet-talking theology to me; tell me more about the masters. God, I love you.
So we walked around ourselves circling through all the hows and whys maybe we did discover great meanings to
I sit alone at home the three cats nuzzling begging me for the affection I don't have the energy to give.
Tonight is like any other night. I faked my day, and now wait again for dawn's early light.
I hate the way your smell lingers on me after I spend a night in your bed Our bed; you slipped up and called it that once; I pretended not to notice.
I hate the way your smell lingers on me
after I spend a night in your bed
Our bed; you slipped up and called it that once;
I pretended not to notice.
I pretend a lot of things.
You leave the light on for me in
that small aromatic room
otherwise I may just trip again. Stub my toe.
Scream in muttered silence.