My high
beams reflect on the violently
fluttering wings of a moth
right before my engine consumes its life
and I wonder as I drive
towards your captivating light
blinding
what possesses me
That night I dreamt
bay leaves flew out of my mouth
I remember playing them like cards
stacking them in brittle piles
I dealt them out
later all crusted over and awake
you and I looked in the dream book
bay leaves: considered a symbol of prophecy
We laugh
I was once many women
over and over
from chrysalis to flying form
but once your brightness found me
I saw you illuminated me
I inhale sweet abandonment
and exhale vulnerability
I am different
but proverbial
in your rays of white
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'm the wronger
a wooden soul
destined to stoke for eternity
I better start smoking again
maybe the harder stuff
to get my soul used to breathing in ash
my lungs will be black and caked full
chugging deer blood and bull
to erase
the feeling of me
you tell me I'm an un-thinker
superfluous thoughts of a prosthetic heart
I had a dream once
I was peeling
never ending oranges
pulling the skin from the sweet juicy
flesh
drops of tang slipping from my fingers
but never sinking my teeth into
orange suggests so many contrary things
trees indicate life
prosperity
but eating an orange means separation
illness
tie me down
batter me
I think it unwise
you chasing me
to the un-pearly gates
those burning barriers
you circumnavigate
while I will smell of citrus
for eternity
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
peach fuzz caught on the curved back
of my little curled creature.
carved in clay
chirped from the dust
timid sculpture
weathered crisp
at the cusp of your
organics
drool dews the downy where dreams dip
and dare brews of white lullabies
into static
your wet balmy breath drags and plucks my
rhythmic drum
a beat so wild
my little angel one
winnowed away
from heaven
gasping mud
the soul
came from
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
With iron and honey I glaze both cheeks
while two bees bumble up each cascade
pressing curvy pumping abdomens
with points plying as they scrape
each presses into a cheekbone producing
blossoms of irritated wine and grape
pixilated with pyrexia I collapse in a
webbed hammock perplexed
and wait and wait
my mouth blazing I gaze up and despise
the puffy diluted masses in fields of blue
my cheeks dilated threatening to thunder
and then a pause as sweat brings honey
tumbling uncontrolled
out from within
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
Thick and curdled
dreams slip past me inebriated
tell me lies that bind my back
and fill my skies with sonorous bruised
clouds
like cracked eggshells
splintered across an age set before me
the horologe weighs me down
only numbers seem to count
Most seem unable to calculate
one life set apart from the ticking
oh let me be styled by my own reckoning
set aside from the domain of economizing
free from lingering gazes in a fishbowl
I want my own homeostasis
my own diluted
grounds
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC