Chillin' Like A Villain

I celebrate
The Day of the Dead
Every Sunday.
I light Mother Mary candles 
For the loved ones who passed.
My collection of skulls
With rhinestone eyes
Are my witnesses.

Black cats
Are my good luck charms,
Yellow and dark purple roses too.
I have bruises up and down my arm
Sometimes,
And a couple of turtle tattoos,
And an "I Love You Dad"
On my shoulder.
Also my good luck charms.

I love men.
I hate men.
I'm not undecided.
They like my curvy hips
And my slight belly,
And that my tits
Are like a well-kept dame's,
I melt butter for my nipples
When I'm feeling it -
It's comforting,
It's my medicine.

I prefer the dark,
Like alpine sky lines at dusk,
Or sandy beaches under the stars -
Two places I want to hang
My picture of Axel from Guns N Roses -
On a tree-trunk,
And set a couch - Yes outside,
To do my "chillin' like a villain",
And listen to the sounds
Of katydids & cicadas,
While midnight moons
Go by each night.

I paint my toes red
And my nails white,
Bloodshed & innocence all in one.
I hang with hippies and goths,
To read poetry and overdramatize,
To smoke everything in sight,
And dance inappropriately,
To light incense to the gods,
And try out some silence.

Sometimes I laugh too
When I'm doing what I love most.
​I'm doing that tonight -
"Chillin' like a villain",
I go somewhere in my mind
Where no one can touch me,
Listening to what I listen to,
And attached to my couch -
It's always placed somewhere
In the dark I love,
At least in my imagination.
It's comforting,
It's my medicine.
I'll be there this midnight
When the moon flies by.