To Stardancer...
Lost somewhere...
There's no reason to be concerned
and I promise I won't worry
while your silver stardust
falls 'round my head
phantom memories
How far is it
until I can no longer remember
the curve of your smile?
How many more miles
until my skin forgets
the warmth of your touch?
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
Some days you just feel like letting go
saying goodbye
Other days the sunshine is so sweet you never
want to die
you want to live forever
Today all the beautiful boys
have become ***** old men
and you look like a witch yourself
the blackbirds still come
when you toss them raisins
but everyone you know
is going away
the cat loves you
needs you and
there are still friends
who go on breathing
you've always chosen your way
now you should just chose to stay
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
She was sensitive to
the variations in air pressure
that announced the advancing storm
Her fingers tingled
when the salmon began
their run back upstream
The tree buds bursting out
green and green more generous
caused small tremblors
right next to her heart
or
Sometimes she would dance
through all the moon's cycles
feeling her blood ebb and flow
in tandem with the tide
Earth-fall and moon-rise
march in measured cadence
while her even breathing
echoes the song
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
That's what I like!!
Sittin' here on the floor
we speak of old friends long dead
put a name to the places
the peacefulview cemetary
thee city morgue
johnson's funeral parlor
ah, those were the days
when there was sunshine in abundance
and flowers beneath our feet
you said you'd be with me forever
when everyone else is gone
that's the way it has been
you've been with me for many years, my love
your eyes are open and I'm getting used to the smell
they'll never take you away from me, sweet one
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Comma kitty
you syntactical *****
drop your kittens down the well
drowning
drowsing
dreaming a dilaudid nightmare
you word-whore
let go your
cat-gut screeching
I need a song
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
I have a picture of a dark-eyed demon
taken while he was in the act of possessing me.
His sooty eyes flash atoms and electrons
spiralling orbits that encircle me
in his spell.
On the curve of his lips there lie
incantations and magic words
that lead me on deep into the dark forest
where witches and warlocks dance naked
around a leaping fire.
He watches me and I can see myself through
his dark eyes as I join in the magic circle.
My own eyes are squeezed tight
afraid of what is all around me.
But I see it all
through his strange sight.
Dark-eyed demon
teeth flash in the sullen night
as he smiles on me.
My demon comes to me in the nighttime
rattling my lonely bed
and I hear his howsl
echo through the empty house,
fearful cries that stir me to placate his demon-ness
with my willing sacrifice.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
haunt empty mirrors
Pastel fingertips trace lipless smiles
eyeliners and mascaras circumscribe vacancies
These women do not suckle babies
They do not write books or poetry
They never read the editorial pages
Their husbands never get hard-ons
except when they **********
The women are glad
Their hair won't be rumpled
and the sheets won't be stained
They rise early in the morning
apply honeysuckle or springbreeze vaginal sprays
and polish their mirrors
When the windows of their houses melt
they turn up the air conditioning
When their men leave them
they shore up sagging *******
reclaim their virginity by its loss
practice pouts and pirouettes to perfection
The moon is their enemy
Another presidential election means
more wrinkles, more grey hairs
means nothing on TV
and they have to fold up
into themselves, a lonely
place where the mirror is the mind
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
The Ice Man
has shattered eyes
shards of ice for his soul
his passions burn cold
no flame only pain
The Ice Man
cannot hold me
and will not let me hold him
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
Cerise dyed her hair blonde
in a strip running from a point
midway abover her eyes,
straight back, medially bisecting her head.
Why not? Her witchcraft encounter group
encouraged her to go for it
and certain signs suspiciously converged
on that particular crystal moment
when she saw the Frost-N-Glow
on the supermarket shelf.
A self-correcting anomaly caused a bag boy
to stumble in aisle two as he hurried to the break room.
Three doors down at the drug store
all the pills rattled in their bottles
although nobody noticed.
After it was done, she soon tired
of twisting her hair into new directions
and out of boredom she
picked up her phone and dialed her own number, expecting some satisfaction in knowing that her phone was busy.
To her surprise, the call
went through.
It rang twice andwas picked up
by a young-sounding man
who acted as if it were his own phone he'd answered.
Of course, The cosmic Ga-Ga had
it all planned out.
True, he was often less-tham-subtle
but a brick wall was frequently
sufficient in closing off paths of chance
and more sure than a feather duster. Very few feather dusters have stopped a man
from keeping an appointment that set
his path in life.
This was all The Ga-Ga's job.
Lost car keys, premonitionary dreams
some days he had to search long and hard
for just the right number of Sunday drivers
to let loose on Monday morning rush hour.
It was no easy job.
Cerise ended up at city hall, shouting about the monsters
in the walls. Her job was
not easy either.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
I have become lost in the sanctity
of fresh-baked bread
its scent evict my tenuous presence
the house is filled
with all the days of the past
and memories of all the strong fingers
that have worked the dough
my hair smells of yeast
and I have been delivered to my enemies
my hands are stained
with the stigmata of floury dough
caked
flaky
and a cheerful smudge
on the tip of my nose
marks me forever the subject of history
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC