I pocket my fictional paradise
It’s nice when fantasy is hand size
Fitting neatly into the interior of my jacket
So that in a moment’s notice
I can whip out my paperback
To fight off the many forms
Of malicious boredom

I am a little tougher now
With all the love lost
Love forgot, and love never found
I have grown callouses on my heart
Put in patches and stiches to keep
It from leaking and drip drip dripping
But broken sutures slice through to
My beating and bleeding valves
Letting me learn how to love once more
Just in time to get my heart broken again

She is the ghost in the cool wet wheat field
Fog like form flowing gracefully past me
Leaving a smoking trail like a cumulus tail
Within the mist I manage to see
A fraction of the beautiful woman she use to be
Hair once fair black dissipates
Like vapors from a brick chimney stack
Strange eyes which once held an unrelenting light
Have lost their sparkle turning charcoal
And cold as December winter’s night
The harmonious voice that once tamed demons
And lifted the spirits of heartbroken angels
Has now become a mournful moan
I move to call her name but fear silences me
My lips barely part pleading to my dear Sharne
Please oh, oh please come back to me today
Or let me join you till we become
Duel shadow walkers down this dark corridor

Brown honey drops drip on her tongue
To heal such heated hunger
The lemon twist squirted
The salted meat and bitter brew
Easing the gnawing beast
Feasting on her lack of food
The tiny face drawn in hunger
Looked lovingly like an angel to me
Red lips bleeding from the needing
A harsh blush brushing her skin
Phlegm rattling
Like a death toll
As the bell cracks but still tolls
Fantasies of chicken legs and buttered rolls
Rack her fevered brain
Today will be the same
Dreaming of something delicious

We were not written in the stars
Or woven onto golden threads.
We were not some intricate line
of pulsing powerful predestined
circle of energy.
In fact as far as I can see,
we simply are.
So, why not be happy?
Take a little bit of me
Mix it with some you
And see what we can do.




My darling whispers
where the wild things stay.
I can hear the broken fairy winged
creatures pray while they play
saying that today
will be a wonderful day.


September is a lie I tell myself
Hardly on the way I say winter is not here yet
The cold will wait
The winds will wait
The frosty fear that marks this time of year
Can hold its tongue
Now is fall
An eternity
Between me and winter

Every good witch needs a black cat
A mischievous little creature that
Makes the stereotype more fun
The kind that mouse hunts
And meows at ghosts, goblins, and ghouls
Loyal to the point of convenience
Untamed wearing sleek gleaming fur
But loving all the same
In fact it would be a shame
If everyone didn’t get at least one
Beautiful black cat in their life

Perhaps I am mistaken
But I will not be missed

The rocky mountains
With their sharp snowy peaks
That pierce the clouds
Will not mourn my loss

The dark green jungles
That see life spring
And sing with all of its’
Strange complexities
Will not be vexed
By the loss of me

The salty blue and green brine
That was the fount of life
Will not take the time
To find I have departed

The clear blue hued
Or clouds skewed sky
Will not cry to say goodbye

This big brown mud rock
Will not stop locked up with grief

The sparse space dust swirling in the void
Does not know me well of enough to quit floating
The sparkling expanse will not stop its’ dance
Stars will keep on burning
Planets will keep on turning
Without learning or caring
That I was ever here

1.

Because I do not believe
There is any love for me
And that gender is a construct
Of this confused society
I state plainly or plainly post
For all who wish to see
My gender is not binary

2.
From one voice history flows
All hippie dippy flower child
All love and no fire power
Just truth and the hope
For a world where words
Can change dark hearts
To canvasses of light

3.
I choose my verses carefully
Line those syllables up in front of me
So I can see if I am a decent poet

There is pain
At some points
Piercing pain
In some places
This fierce pain
Is a searing bane
A dark stain
That feels as if my feet
Will shrivel up and bleed
It is mind numbing
Just not numbing enough
To cancel its physical form

I follow the white washed walls
Strange hallways
That match the other strange hallways
With each angle and corner crossed
I find myself more and more lost
Working my way through
The internal canals of
This Village malls sized labyrinth

The capitalistic artifice
Stands blooming and booming
With the sporadic wave
Of shopping people
One unfamiliar face
Follows another
Unfamiliar face
Each person
Pursuing the pitiful
Material possessions
The Shopping obsession
It is quieter than I expected
Hundreds of people
Shopping not really speaking
Or seeking any human contact
Just being alone together

Her eyes close her breath slows
Skin softens pale pallor
Yet finds its glow
Beneath the stage lights
Then she explodes

Soft silver sequined shoes
Slowly ascend and descend
Arcing at an impossible angle
Her back arches deeper and deeper
Till one would expect to hear
Her body crack and snap in half

I gasp as she spins into a leap
Tears taint my tired cheeks
As the **** breaks
From the sorrows of this week

Arms circle backward
Shirt slightly rises
Exposing the years of discipline
Abs strong as the ocean tides
Open to the world then hide

Her body becomes a centrifuge
Separating part of her soul
From her poetic form
Spinning and smiling
As chestnut hair rapidly orbits her head

I am enchanted
One hour away from life
And I needed to see something beautiful
Not ******
But transcendent
Perpetually perfected movements
One hour to disentangle myself
From the nightmare of life
And I am eternally grateful

There is a certain anger I dismissed
Pretending not to be ******
I part from the healthy rages
Letting people slide by
Because I could understand both sides
But each time
Boots treaded heavily
Marking my back painfully
Spikes buried deep inside of me
Till blood was all that I could see
I tore the better part of my anger
In a desire to be enlightened
And in exchange for this enlightened change
I got a fist to the face
And a pink slip that said
You are not welcome as this place