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

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

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

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