Thursday, January 28, 2010

candy floss-

this morning I saw a crepe myrtle
full blooming a furry pink-gloss
I thought to myself in the sunshine
it looks just like candy-floss

why shouldn't I bowl up & eat it
it looks just how good things should taste
i couldn't imagine it wouldn't
& leaving it there seemed a waste

I should tell you that I didn't touch it
that I left it there in the sun
but to finish the silly story that way
simply wouldn't be fun

so I grabbed a handful of myrtle
& the bees came & joined in the fray
& that is just how I got stung in the sun
so I threw the pink myrtle away

Monday, January 25, 2010

all bets off-

I loved you until there was
a threat
to forget
who I am

I loved you until
all bets
were off

I loved you until there was
a regret
that I let
myself be swallowed

windows-

windows peer out at me
laughing at the sky
endless light and blue
reflected in their eyes

some of them smile out on me
chipped-teeth of cracking panes
maybe blind with blinds
and painted faces lead-light stained

draped in deepest velvet
some windows are my whores
or slatted with venetians
others are nonchalant bores

but open wide and gaping
drinking cackles of street-crushed-sound
they wrap you in the echoes
of a noisy life profound

life as a book-

driving through the country
I find myself
Surprisingly though
I didn't even know that I was lost

Places with big skies
always unravel the soul
spread out your being
untie all the knots

driving through the country
I find myself
happily though
I didn't even know that I needed a map

street signs point the way
but they don't know where I'm going
happily though
this is no mishap

I'm not looking for a signpost
I'm not looking for a guide
unexpectedly I'm not even looking for the way
but still I manage to find myself

riding through the country
I feel I know what I have wanted
I feel that I am no longer drifting
I have been pulled down off the shelf

Thursday, January 21, 2010

leaving-

i bite my fingers
chew my nails
cast my eyes downwards
try not to exhale

you'll leave me yet
they always do
you say your different
you say you're true

but by the time
I know you're not
you'll be far away
and my heart will be shot

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

the injustice-

unjust

injust

in jest

ingest

digest

... indigestion

snake-

I dreamed I was a concubine
dancing veils and pouring wine
I dreamed I was a porcupine
clawed feet and prickling spines

I dreamed I was a twining vine
bloodied thorns and flowers divine
I dreamed I was a fatted swine
fed fettid things on which to dine

But these are dreams
from which I wake
cold with sweat
I tremble and quake

My head I shake
my bed I make
my leave I take
.... my mind is such a snake

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

dig deep-

So many questions

Of where it began

Of the time before times

I’m not sure if I can

Answer them all

Or tell them what’s right

Remember the details

The sobs in the night

The holding of hands

To still all the fears

The smoothing of hair

The stemming of tears

There was struggle

And pain

But I’d do it again

To help me to find you

To try and unbind you

From the demons that stalk

All you needed was talk

To derail the monsters

That came in the night

all the things i love-

-for my crazy, demented and wonderful sister


Your breasts, your toes, your crooked nose,

Your star-bright, shinning grin.

Your slate grey eyes, your shapely thighs

The pointing of your chin.


Your hands, your tears, your shell pink ears,

The creases at your wrist.

The curve of your spine is simply divine.

And the angry curl of your fist.


Your crow’s feet, your dimples, even your pimples,

Your scars and your changeable hair.

The way that you move serves only to prove

It’s a beautiful body you wear.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

reason-

You best believe that I am yours.
That your are the cause
of my smile and my happiness
my endless contentedness

You best believe that you bring me alive.
You are the reason I dive
into energy and vitality
and boundless conviviality

Without you I am motionless.
A well of bottomless
waiting and watching
of reaching without touching

You best believe that you are the reason
that I can climb-up and stand-on
the person that I should be
to reach the one I want.

Monday, January 4, 2010

sherbet-

dripping slick slither
sunburnt sugar passion drops
peachy gooey goodness
mango lollipops

tingly tangle open hands
berry bursting apple whizz
sunshine smiling ripened vine
sweetness burst & sugar fizz

summer happy dancing smile
sticky finger fun
dewy wet & flashy jewel
fruit salad in the sun