Certain
concoctions
of words
are like
bubblegum
providing exercise for
the mind’s
chewing apparatus
and if you’re lucky
they
explode
in
your
face

Sink your teeth
deep into my innocence,
on your plump lips
does it taste devine?
Just like this heart of mine?

Drink up the grease
of guilt and lies
I dare you, I dare you!
It'll mix with yours
just fine.

**** my wasted kisses
from the tip of my tongue,
they always lingered there,
Scrape them off with a razor
put them in a jar.

But leave my heart,
leave it dead and black
inside me.

it’s one of those mornings
where I just want to run,
mama.

I get up, only to
brush my teeth,
comb the knots out of my hair,
and put on dainty heels
(to make dainty gestures
to important men
in business apparel)
and spend eight hours
using my false eyelashes,
bright voice,
and candied lips
to appease the disgruntled populace.

my inner goddess flails her arms
recklessly, bruising my heart,
my lungs,
my stomach,
my soul,
her cage.
every day
I hear her sobs
emanating from my core.

is this what you raised me to be, mama?
a little bit of a
slave to the system
and sucker for the city?

if I were to throw it all away,
what would they call me?
what would they do to me,
were I to abandon
my heels for bare feet
melting into the damp Earth?

like some ancient character
in a brilliant mythology
I want to let it all burn
just to rise from the ashes
all over again.

Her body is poetry and her curves are the words.
Her eyes are the hook and her lips, a cryptic verse.
As much as she pours out, there's not much you'll really know.
There's memories she hides, and even more that she won't let go.
She's simple at its best, yet chaotic at her worst.
She'll catch you with her hook, and leave you with her verse.

Deny the doctor's orders
Become tangled in the barbed wire fences
And kiss bar girls on the cheek
The grass will grow and the sky is blue
Even if you are on food stamps
Even if you are worth millions

I don't love you
I love the soil
And the howling of wolves on the full moon
the hair on my neck stands up
When a cougar screams in the quarry
Exclaiming his triumph to the sky
With a mouth dripping warm blood




So far
I have not fallen in love with the painted on faces
But a girl who works in her garden during the hot afternoon
She sings to the pit bull sleeping on the path and in real life
She smiles and laughs brighter and louder than Times Square

I pass you in the hallway everyday.
I don't look you in the eye,
as you walk by.
I pretend you don't exist.
Though in reality my heart does race.
I think about you every minute,
of every hour,
of every day.
I try so hard to stop all the thoughts,
but I can not seem to get them to go away.
I can not seem to get you out of my head.
And that tiny insignificant moment,
is my favorite part in every day.