Lately I've been feeling as if everything I'm writing belongs
under the kitchen sink with all the Comet and various brands of bleach and the
rest of the junk cleaning supplies that haven't been used since
the early nineties.

Ideas are scarce,
thoughts aren't making the cut,
and I feel like I'm in a more disconcerting version of ***** Wonka's glass elevator
riding robotically in this box,
puncturing others' moments with its corners like they're
gigantic, ecstasy-encompassed balloons
capable of doing nothing more than
launching weak waves of laughter
that languidly dissipate when they reach the
hard exterior of my cage

A white whiskered cat purrs along the barrier,
hissing at cliffs when its angry back arches.
Frothing milk forms,
lapped up by coarse tongues.

There are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on the earth,
and that scares me.
I want to climb inside a shell,
and hear the tranquil surf behind my eyes,
Curled up like a foetus, cradled and secure.

I wish I could imprint scales into my skin
and dive to the bottom of the swelling sea,
submerged into an untouched kingdom.
Although I wonder,
if it’s lonely down there.

Moisture hits my restless tongue,
parched by salted air.
Grains make unwanted homes between toes.
The flaming sphere scorches faces.
Once-invisible freckles rise,
like air-trapped bubbles rising to the surface.

Washed up cuttlebone.
Silk brushed carcass,
passed its shell life,
pristine, untouched,
gleaming in its pearly form.
Static and proud,
it sleeps on the bed of faithful sand,
a reminder of vivacity.

A lion’s face caresses the surface,
one fatal yawn
and it’s extinguished by dusk.

The beautiful thing about the ocean,
is the way it always returns to kiss the sand.

Flowers bloomed where you traced your fingers.
They grew as if fed by your caress.

And slowly, I became a garden.

My bleeding red Dicentras fluttered, as your hands lingered.
Tuberose & orchids twisted together, covering my dress.

Your words sprung up fresh new buds.

But Lavender began to spring up from the words you planted.
And from my eyes began to sprout begonias, purple and dark.*

I realized that you were not willing to accept that I couldn't grow orange blossoms.

You & I knew my soil wasn’t able to be enchanted.
So I clipped all of my flowers, and shot the lovely larks.

You said I wasn't worth tending. Was I not?

*You kicked the dirt and ripped up the last of the lilacs

The soft light touches me like a breeze,
Like a million gentle kisses on my body.
Rushing at me, drenching me, embracing me.
Rippling as I walk closer,
Swirling over my hands.
My dress becomes heavy with the dew of silver,
Dripping from the hem,
Plashing into little pools by my feet.
It condenses on my skin,
Becoming diamond tears, rolling down my arms and face,
Leaving shining rivulets behind.
My hair flicks the sparkling drops, bejeweling the air as I run
Closer, ever closer into the light.
I open my mouth to laugh.
The sweet light rushes down my throat,
Violently, suddenly, choking me.
I fall among the illumined puddles, splashing, floundering, drowning.
A black wave sneaks over me, I fight it.
Vainly pushing against the tangible darkness
The light! The light is growing dim.
I crawl towards it, laugh turned to scream.
Why won't it save me?


I awake with the taste of a beautiful dream
Broken.
Shining rivulets turned to scars on my skin,
Light to dark,
Love to hate,
How could something so beautiful, be so ugly?

One of the easiest ways to be happy
Is to let go of what makes you sad
So how could letting go of you
Really be that bad

Our relationship has gone downhill
Things are getting out of hand
You've pushed me and you've hurt me
Now it's time to take a stand

I'm sick of being walked on
And so sick of being used
And whenever I'm around you
My self esteem getting bruised

Something has got to change
I'm through being shoved around
So I'm saying what is on my mind
No more backing down.

What babe.
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do!
You remind me of the babe!