I'm a slave to the morning
my brain's the barking master
His thoughts weigh more each day
Her heart is a disaster
By noon I finally cave
and Sleep on steps to my future
but soon the Boss-Man finds me
For I am His lowly creature

By evening I'm almost free
and walk out amongst the crowd
of those with brighter faces
whose bases lie in the ground

For a moment we are one
the quiet them, the longing I
The sun warns me of the coming night
Saying give it another try

A chance to lay the chains to rest
and fight until their silver weight
Escapes this ruby chest.

To the ones who came before
and filled their mouths with dust
Your tongues were tangled from the drought,
the tidal wave a brain concussed.

Your eyes were cold and drenched in doubt,
Your mind was lost in cloud,
Your solar plexus spinning round
but it was not your fault.

So say it with me, while you can,
"I am just as worthy."
And till the time when mind meets man
These fears of mine I'll bury.

I am young,
but I must move slowly.
Wind rushes through me, stirs up
my little cells like waking monsters.
They crank and churn like broken clockwork.
Buried somewhere is the infinite teenager, floating in ecstasy.
She is God.
She is omnipresent and whole.
She is endless abundance.

Walls in my body burst forth
with life and movement:
Vibrating atoms and sprawling bacteria.
I am human.
Thick like sludge, I wade through the day.

I mine for gold in a swamp,
Microcosms and meta-cosmos
spinning frantically in static.  
Under microscopes, life moves still
but here, everything dances.

I don’t see people anymore,
only shadows.
I see their past and future
trailing behind and ahead
the constant lagging and catching up of them.
I am the patch-work mish-mosh
made-up creature-being
with Past / Future / Present
silly-goose whatnots.
I am the girl you laugh with at Starbucks
because you’re too ****** bored to live for coffee.
I get it.
Let your smiling teeth do the talking.
I am the one-liner two-timing
*****-less wretch of a lady you call friend.
I am the cigarette loser who watches your dogs.
I will burn your children alive.
I am the tree-hugging
nonchalant ******* handing out flyers.
I will plant a seedling then rip it to shreds.
I will wear its bark for armor.
Your precious ******* oak
puts out cigarette butts now.
And from its death we grow cancer cells for fun.
Hell, we’re past time for past-times.
It’s all coffee and cigarettes now.
Coffee and cigarettes
and honking horns.
Coffee and cigarettes and honking horns
and shadows.
No more people.

I took Death out to dinner last night,
dressed up
in my favorite costume.
Dripping diamonds
and champagne tear-ducts--
I clogged my pores
with soggy make-up.

We wined and dined
and wore out our shoes--
I told him my secrets
He nodded and listened.

We shuffled down side-streets
and looked into mirrors--
I shivered in darkness
He drew me in nearer.

His body a bone-yard
Lovely but broken--
I heard his soft breath
I felt fingers stroking.

But crawling back homeward
Aching and tired--
We parted by day-fall
I watched him shrink inward.

With farewell promises
to meet again soon--
I swallowed the sunrise,
I cursed out the moon.

pocket daisies stripped of sun
where do you go when autumn comes?

under strangers stitching forests
cott-on weather vanes lost in wind;

hide yourselves in golden tombs
let your drums beat out the dust

sleep until the days are done
when all that's left is cold and worn.