She danced in the dark grass on white frozen feet
And she twirled with her skinny arms wide
She stared at the sky and imagined it full of the
Demons she carried inside
She took off her nightgown and let down her hair
As she waltzed with the ghosts of her past
She fell on her back, all spread-eagled and bare
For she knew that this night was her last
Oh, if they saw her, they’d say “Crazy”
Oh, if they saw her, they’d cry “Mad”
She watched constellations do cartwheels above
Felt the tilt of earth as it spun
And from outer space came a cold rush of black wind
As she circled an invisible sun
Oh, if they saw her, they’d say “Crazy”
Oh, if they saw her, they’d cry “Mad”
And she knew that the stars got as lonely as she
And she wondered if planets could cry
And she realized she was as alone on the earth
As they were in the sky
Oh, if they saw her, they’d say “Crazy”
Oh, if they saw her, they’d cry “Mad”
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
City lights make me forget
Your window’s yellow glow
And the face that I miss most is drowned
In faces I don’t know
They all seem so happy here
I can be happy too
Please don’t send me letters, sir
They remind me of my pain
It tells me that through all the changes
I remained the same
The footsteps of a million people
Hide the missing sound
Of your uneven amble next to
Mine, upon the ground
No one round here gives a ****
Seems I’m still giving two
So please don’t send me letters, sir
They’re full of ghosts, you see
That taunt me with the cold hard truth
That you have gone
And the city moves on
And I’m still stuck as me.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
A velvet curtain call concluded,
A cheering audience cried,
The critics published long reviews
Predicting Broadway's newest pride.
The cast was given high acclaim
While, standing to the side,
The playwright could not understand
Why it seemed a friend had died.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
I stood by the river today
And wondered what it was saying
In its cool, babbling whisper
And I wondered also
If the river was listening to me
And wondering what I was saying
In my harsh, cobbled tones
When I asked it what it meant
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Serpents may be wise,
But they rarely give good advice.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
In her cartoon world in shades of pastel browns and reds,
Little orphaned Ann Marie skips through twisted nightmare scenes
On corroded tape on VHS or a flimsy plastic five buck DVD.
Come home, come home to my heart
Kneeling on pale, cartoon knees and singing sweetly of secret dreams,
A haunted melody forgotten by all but a few jaded '90s college kids,
Ann Marie wishes on stars in dingy cellars on days she cannot go outside.
When you come home, we'll never be apart
Trapped in her B-quality version of immortality, Ann Marie repeats her lines
While the girl behind the microphone drops dead in a puddle of blood.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
On the days that I see you,
The poetry flows,
And on days that I don't,
Words won't even rhyme.
So you see, it's important
To the future of prose
That I see you as often
As you have the time.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
Dear sir,
Please find enclosed one heart,
as per ordered one week ago.
If damaged on arrival, please
Feel free to send it back to us
For a replacement, free of charge.
But if the packaging is torn,
We will assume you broke it,
And we will not reimburse you.
Sincerely,
God & Co.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
You sit across from me and
spit up garbled words like an infant,
you and your gassy smiles.
So I sit here, up late again,
and regurgitate them all on paper,
to get them out of my system.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
Nothing but static.
Twist and turn the ****
to get a better signal.
Something?
I thought I heard---
Ear against the speaker.
Never mind.
I was mistaken.
Whatever it was,
. . . . it's gone now.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC