Chloe Firetto-Toomey
I was published at 17, a collection of poems entitled 'Beyond Gravity'. I went on to graduate from the University of Greater London with a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing.
I currently live in Miami, Fl. I am a poet, artist and bar tender.
line up the people, the place
thought i'd go this way
til the wind changed my face
Foot must follow foot step straight
I long to float in a sea of stars,
Drift out to Mars
Far from love and her lost meanings
Far from Earth and her confused beings.
Release me from reality
Dreams are manifestations
a shadow map of where our spirit wants to go to
sit and sift thru them on a Friday afternoon
Like the rising sun
I will come again
I will shine through the rain
and thaw the snow
Lovers ricochet thru the cold liquid nights
until flames dim with dawn light
all hearts are open and wait to be filled
I see it like sunshine on snow
Cosmic ghost condense to form dark matter
What’s the matter with you?
Understand withering light
Leave only his scent to fill
how many lovers in your head out
of your bed dreams
forgot or left unsaid
lost to being
rely on the gut
Four billion voices in six billion heads…buzzing out words through mouth or by mouse on the web, spinning their own individual threads…
Being a waitress makes you aware of bodies and eyes and all the insatiable needs that mask True Self, instead present question marks and orders all pushed out of one vacant face -
under a fluid swath of sky
He realized on the plane
to Iraq
wild boy blue
petals ripped from
wild bulbs
How
can
you
expect a
Body to be Healthy with its Brains WASHED out??
Stars stay the same regardless of heroes
open like flowers
to love
Patience & timing leave all to rhythmic silence to unfold seamless Sahara sky to
rich body of silk & tomb under
a silver moon the pink shell spun sets to suit the frequency of heart, whose dying jackals melody the night.
In the coal bin all cocks look the same,
Let me tell you a story of Poetic Justice:
The sleeper awoke in the black of morning, drifting from the city of neon and nails to
boundless desert.
Brown sugar soul dissipates
oscillates
spirits at the bottom of every glass
along the bar
