The brute beauty of what I saw before me consumed my body,
I couldn’t look away.
A long narrow winding path of gravel and dirt,
Surrounded by hills of blueberry patches on either side.
Sanctuaried by the cold familiar wind.
The storming sea sat in front of me roaring against the rocky beach,
Listening to harmonious thundering of the waves,
The sun darted across the water,
As I lie back in the grass.

Unable to read your convoluted smile ,
I trusted you with the undiluted faith of a child.
Lightly forsaken, a new fetish of the hour,
Yielding to a physiology of morals.
Your degenerate love travels though me like influenza.
As you fall into your drunken sleep,
I’m just a weary dancing girl,  
Snorting the pieces of my heart for one last high.
Regulating my hatred for you,
Ill leave it to fates spite,
As I walk out the door.

You think
‘cause I live in
A pretty house I don’t
feel pain and haven’t felt things that
leave scars?

There’s more
than my happy
smile that meets your eye.
Been told “I wish I aborted you”,  
seen her

convulse
on the kitchen
floor. Caught her with men, caught
her with women,  and watched her walk away
without

regrets.
I’ve been lied to,
manipulated, and
abandoned. So don’t cry to me and
tell me

you wish
you had my life.
You don’t know me. I’m not
exempt.

Time to be free,
to set my mind between a world of sense and one of joy.
A two tab kind of day.
Tiny white papers in my pocket made their way under my tongue,
I sat there for a bit,
chewed and swallowed.
Waiting for my body to sink,
to hit that deep bottomless interiority;
I sat fixed on the horizon.
Tall beautiful pines towered over the cove,
casting it with shadows of remorse.
Serenity, peace dropped slowly over me from the veils of darkness.
Longing for the visitings of imaginative power,
to set me free from the pit of my own mind.  
Butterflies left the sky above and made their way to my body,
soon they fled from my empty gullet,
oozed their way to my hands and feet;
the tingles embraced me.
Restlessness.

You, you ***** fool, you, you
Sit there with your slicked
Back black hair and a fine ripe ***
In a comfortable chair and
Read your ****** poems to
A class full of women who
Want you so bad, but nobody
Wants you more than me, you
***** ***** fool you

You mysterious man, you
Lounging there with your chiseled face
A smile so warm,
That draws us all in,
Making me long for you,
That’s what you do
Oh how I do want you