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 May 2011 heidi
Miceal Kearney
She stands up, grabbing my attention
takes her handbag from off the chair
I follow her out for a cigarette
I didn’t smoke  
but started then.

Back between the noisy bottles and empty glasses
she causally informs me
what she did
in-front of the mirror
as a teenager. Regardless,
I’ll abort another potential child
onto the sheets tonight.

I tell her how I try
to right poetry,
she laughs; complains of the weather
then asks: would you like me to come with you home.
She adds with wink pun intended.

Yes, oh God yes.

When the morning came
she had vanished.
With the passing of a moon
an envelope arrived containing
a positive stick. And an ode —
Thanks for the passport,
Mr poet man.
 May 2011 heidi
Miceal Kearney
I’ve got an axe to grind, so am sharpening it
on the wheel of my wit — hey;
blunt-force-trauma’s enough to a **** a man.

Who, by right, should’ve been an abortion.
I’d unflinchingly watch dogs
rip him to pieces.

In-fact I’d whistle
and call more dogs. But I
wouldn’t be the only one doing this.

If we were in space
I’d smash his visor
then ****** when he pops.

If this were to happen
it would, just mean that
I got there first.

If he were dangling off a cliff
to the bottom I would race
inflate a mattress to safely catch.

But I’d fill it with rocks and knives  
just to be sure.
To be sure, to be sure!
 May 2011 heidi
Coyote Siren
Bird.
 May 2011 heidi
Coyote Siren
“It’s like we’re looking at a grave.”
“We should bury something that was once alive.”

“You want to **** a bird?”
“On this medication, yes.”
 May 2011 heidi
Jacquelyn Cruz
She shudders at the coldness...harsh winds braze her ashen body
Howling winds echo threw the lands leaving her alone...frightened.

Looking off towards the seas...waves crash violently
Eyes searching for...
Something, someone...but she sees...nothing.

She screams...a release to her frustration
For many a night her pleas can be heard...like banshees
Screeching for lost love...

Lost love...by the sea.

Many claim that she can be seen
On cold windy nights...
As she clings to the promise of her long lost love...

"Wait for me my love...by the sea...
I will return for thee
And your hand will be mine...
Wait and see"...

She still believes...

But we all really know
Her love, was lost to the sea.
On a cold windy night
As the waves crashed violently....

But her love is blinded by the windy breeze
For she awaits for her time, to return to-
Her mate, lost at sea.

On a night like tonight she can be seen
And heard by the howling winds...that crash like the sea...
Violently...

She sings her pleas...
Please...come back to me...

Or soon...I shall join thee...
J.Cruz©2010
A.k.a. VelvetRosetta
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