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?

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

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

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

Comma kitty
you syntactical *****
drop your kittens down the well
drowning
drowsing
dreaming a dilaudid nightmare
you word-*****
let go your
cat-gut screeching
I need a song

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.

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