730: Can't Call Me Crazy In Court Without It

By TL Banks

Learn more about the author, TL Banks in 730 : Can't Call Me Crazy In Court Without It where she openly discusses all of the struggles she shares with the universe, typical human prescriptions for madness through a poetic point of view. "Never be crazy alone," says TL Banks, the author of this collection of scars (some of which are self-inflicted), "when the damage dwells in the deep recesses of your dome, dig it out with dirty spoons and distribute it widely."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pixie Prince
• Release date: Nov 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201557751

TL Banks

Hello, Poetry lovers and Pixie Prince fans, Hopefully, you will find here all of the information that you need about me, the Author, TL Banks, and my work.  I like to think of myself as what would happen if girls could have babies with girls- My parents would be Dorothy Parker and Nikki Giovanni, for sure.  Just so that you are aware, without having asked permission or being legally affiliated in any way, purchasing any of my books also supports women's shelters in the Midwest and Southern Nevada that house displaced women and children that have been affected by domestic violence or sexual assault. Spending your reading dollars with me not only provides you with a little piece of my art but also helps others in need.  Reading and sharing are fundamental tasks to creating a more artistic environment for all!  I am a mother of one, essay and scholarship winner for poetry, a self-publisher, a blogger, an opinion columnist, and a halfway decent karaoke singer if there is whiskey involved! Thank you for supporting me! For more "Me" visit Desperatelydespicabledrivel.com

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Thank you very fucking much Lee, Ed, Nathaniel, Andrew, Doug, Jason, Albert, Kerry, Jamelle, Chris, Geoff, David, Earnest, Khary, Steve, Kent, Tommy, Kevin and Logan.

At one time or another my 'crazy' was either born, raised, fed, ignored, loved, stalked, assaulted, hated and/or abandoned by each one of you.

Thank you all for your contributions to my skin tone, my stretch marks, my night terrors, my lust, my anger, my suicide attempts, my bankruptcy, my genius, my regret, my weight fluctuations, my shame, my irrational behavior, my black outs, my sex toy collection, my stint on anti-depressants, my longing, my fear, my pregnancy, my 72 hour psych ward hold, my sadness, my codependency and most importantly, my art and its by product, my strength and beautiful son.

Behind every great woman is the bastard that forced her to stand up for herself.

Your purpose has been served.

Sincerely,

Me

Other Books by TL Banks

Pixie's Last Summer

The Minx

Drunk Talk

Lascivious Musings

It's Never Over

Licking Wounds

Feeling Zaffre

Savage Lamentations

* Whatever Happened to Pixie Prince?

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@queenrudenation

OCD- Chum Sector Solution 25mg

Delightful ribbons and lacy bows

cover the box where you belong

but you keep seeping onto the table

and taking my cleaning after all wrong

You’re fucking up the packaging

Making the carrier’s edges soft

I rush to repair and readily re-wrap

but you keep peeling your labels off

The more I that try to mend

The more your dumb ass tries to escape

so I say fuck the whole presentation

and throw your entire casket away…

Codependency-Arrested 30mg

With everyone else I think:

I’m so fucking tired of sending pictures to online strangers especially since nobody is fucking interesting at all. They just want to inspect every inch of your body like its a fucking modeling audition just to have a cup of coffee in public and meeting them is pointless, since no one has one intelligent or thoughtful comment to bring to a casual conversation.

They are all disposable human beings, pathetic Polaroid pawns….

And then with him I think:

A hundred and nineteen of his words later and I’m shaking.

Each one, crafted with a chisel

Each one, a poisonous pin prick-

I’d do anything; for more

I’d crawl for more

I’d give all of my money

I’d plead for more

I’d cry and break glass

whatever it could take or would

to just get one more word from his lips

one more’maybe’

I’m a child and a fool

one more ‘no’…

He doesn’t see me

I’d do anything, I have no regrets

But his absence-

And yet

A mere twelve hours of silence later and I’m shaking still, trapped.

Each thought, self manipulation

Each thought, his to control…

He may not even be that great, I know. But he has never asked me for a picture. He just took a chance that my mind had something worthwhile in it… and now, I’m addicted.

Melancholia- Tipp City Tourist 40mg

Just because a chopped down tree doesn’t scream bloody murder

Just because you can’t see the tears of the fish on the hook

Just because the dead leaves are beautiful in an autumnal yard fire

Just because a lobster’s skin is so bright after it’s boiled

Just because I’d rather write it down to get it out instead of tell you to your face

Doesn’t mean that you didn’t break the little heart that I had left.

Stockholm's- Alee 50mg

Normal Men

Rape one another.

They lie with malicious intent

They steal and castrate

while ravaging the entire earth

with no thought of remorse outside of

the rightness of revenge

Torture, demolition, hostility

Violence, retribution happen every second

of every day

in every corner of our world

Normal Men

Shoot and stab one another.

And because the frequency is common

It is normal

Destruction, hatred, aggression

are being committed by

Oppressive Normal Men

in shadows and in the light

so often that no one is sensitive to it anymore

And because the fervency with which Men

destroy Men remains consistent

It is as normal as birth

Normal Men are the parents and children of

Monsters in every generation

of our existence.

They manipulate for personal gain

Normal Men

murder one another.

They judge with death and scoff at life

They bring endless pain in a circular fashion

and leave it