I can still see you rising in waves
heat
but like the black water mirage
ever unreachable
the faster and further I travel
you remain the same painful distance away.

My heart is again a ghost town.
Shutters clapping  against the
abandoned buildings
mocking
applause for the emptiness inside.

mark my words
they are in my head
and infuse my heart
with deep meaning
and trivial blather
no room for
fantasy
no foolish wasted
energy
hoping for the
happily ever after*
silence is all you hear
with your deaf ears

The aroma of curry
The taste of Thai
those lingering feasts of shrimp pad as you tasted me with your eyes
Perhaps a clove
Black as night
******* you could always do it right
Any song with a driving beat
your rhythms never failed to turn up the heat
The hot hot sun
Splashing cool water following a dive in your lake
my nails on your  back leaving marks as I rake
Green eyes (like emeralds) that twinkle and shine
and a vigorous........laugh
after your breathless plea...be mine
Face time phone time
Endless texting away
keeping me posted every single day
The distinct  scent of pine
Wafting up from my gin
that so-very-determined set of your chin
Gum chewing-oh that can take me so far
Always a pack of spearmint in the car
never stopped you from tasting me so deep and so hard

Seems as though I stay on the yellow brick road
Aching for Oz
But I've lost my way, my map, my carpet that flies
Still taking my trips
Behind the lids of my eyes

I never could have realized
that I was surrounded
by such an immense army
of mannequins
hollow
empty
manufactured
each of them programmed
with their purpose
to perform
play the part
destroy anything in their path
that inhibits reaching
their own  pathetic pleasure
at the expense of those  who
naively
trust
treasure
tolerate
Is there really any honor in this life?

Two

Four

Six

Eight

How

Many

Losses

Does

It

Take

?

Husband

Friend

Lover

Friend­

Self-respect

Trust

Safety

Heart

I

Think

I've

Figured

It­

Out

Time and distance collapse
and I feel
H
2
O
Swollen with your scent
Touching me with the star light
that travels the
Miles and minutes
a soft caress from the past
reminds me....

B1

Minute

1. the sixtieth part (1/60) of an hour; sixty seconds.

2. an indefinitely short space of time:

3. an exact point in time; instant; moment (Dictionary.com)

It feels endless
especially in waiting

Stop lights
Slow walkers
Commercials
5:00 PM
Listening for the phone to ring
Watching for him to walk through the door
over
my
threshold

Forever
Unbearable

Pregnant pauses pull me under

Some people
just keep blowing hot air
like what they
think
or what they
say
matters

As the known world
crumbles around me
my engines roar to life
rumbling
shooting fire.....
future tantalizes with potential
freedom
exhilarating.

See Lonely Larry lost in his
******* fantasies
knowing he'll never
not be utterly alone.
Using whoever he can to
forget who he is,
actively ignoring the scars he leaves on them.

There's Twisted Tina, she's hard to miss
her only friends, flies and spiders
she lures them in so sweetly
then perversely plucks their legs and wings
then squeals with delight
watching them suffer.

Hiding beyond,  Wicked Wray
who paces with her vile sashay
refusing to acknowledge
the lives she stole away
pointing fingers, calling names
but it's only her reflections in the mirror
she has to blame.

I see Androgenous Alice
hard to tell if it's she or he
doesn't really matter because
she or he will use whatever
she or he has or doesn't have
to take what she or he wants.

Senseless Sara, watch her run
far and away
with her unibrow furrowed
chasing the demon rabbits
unleashed by her careless couplings
not even worth a word of truth.

The list goes on and on....
Swaggering Stevie
Malevolent Mandy
Cat with the Claws
So many more
banging their heads in the padded room
lost in thier sickness and disgrace.

started out just like any other  
ended wrapping my arms around my mother
she tiptoed to the foot of the bed
and she knew before she knew that you were dead
still remembering the shrill ring of the phone
and the forever drive all alone
the dispatcher withholding, vague, concise
the road (and my heart) left frozen in ice
didn't know what to expect
but knew enough to suspect
this couldn't end well
one more visit to my hell

Subtitle: concert cherry popped



His eyes, full of wonder
glued to the stage
waiting for the band to assume the position
sun not yet set
the thump thump thumping
begins.
His hands raise up
he joins the crowd
still melting in to the beat
as the sun beats too.
Intermission intrigues and builds suspense
he doesn't know the process yet.
The sun slips behind the flagpole
then the jumbo-tron
racing the light show (all purples and greens).
The crowd roars to life at the first
strum and drum.
He jumps to his seat
already wearing the overpriced t-shirt he bought
lips moving, reciting the words he has
memorized from setting the CD to repeat
head bobbing
keeping a perfect beat.
When the sun finally sleeps
he gets the full effect:
light show, big drums, guitar solo, stage smoke-
No encore (musically speaking)
but a visual symphony
as the fireworks make smiley faces in the full moon sky.