I watch life float by
like a dragonfly riding the breeze. I need to seize the current like a brick of gold, soar ever upward, above the swamps, and dead lilies. Transcendent light blinds temporarily, but it's necessary for new sight, and stronger wings.
Some poems seem to write
themselves; I just move the pen. Others, are like lumps of clay; they refuse to be molded; they need moisture and time. This one is like a robin that just learned to use its wings. It heads west, on a gentle breeze, into a tangerine sky.
Look at you my
little bird, have you been pierced by a sword? Are you broken, afraid? It fasinates me how you just. sit there. Did you forget about your wings? The sky is your home For **** sake, take flight.
Her lips are like
wet orchids, dressed in the spring rain, waiting to be kissed and caressed.
The color of passion, the color of pain
The color of delusion, the color of flames I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite of a West Virginia snow Size six, ruby red stilettos and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I try and I try and I try In my six, ruby red stilettos Freezing poetic lullabies Until I can find a place to call my own Sparks of scarlet bloodlines Dripping down my spine Wrestling through rivers between the spaces in my mind My heart is much too loud for a place like this My lips are much too quiet for a place like this I dance with him in The color of courage The color of fame The color of charisma The color of strength The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies Much too broken Much too bold Bursting into a violet plum until I am in pieces— until I decide to throw myself back together again In my size six, ruby red stilettos and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I sell dignity of my poverty to get them to come off of me but once I started dancing I fell in love with the sound of my heels clicking the surface of the floor and I made myself a home in my size six, ruby red stilettos.
Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times
Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines I spoke in tongues of laughter in the fields of chlorimine My bones are broken bruises as i'm missing you as mine But I don’t want to go back to you. I look up at squinting blue eyes in an autumn meadow Stare at the widows in the aquamarine sky I’m tired of it’s blinding rays I'm tired of begging myself to be More stable More subtle More sweet Like a Valencia picture tacked up on to a cardboard wall When I’m cracking around the edges Of being the woman who I’m not again I think I’ll just cry tonight Through the cravings of my mania On fascination street ******* and alive Singing by the ocean Trying to survive I think I’ll just die tonight They always leave me when I’m silent Swerving on the highways wild and fragile Fading in to outer space Losing track of time Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines But I don’t want to go back to you.
Have you ever tasted her between your teeth?
The midnight cowgirl with a suicide smile She’ll love you until the sun rises if you can play your cards right Love you like linen, rose, and sugar I stared at her through the broken glass Of mirrors shattered white In filthy rags The colors of my daydreams And I can’t help but wonder Have they ever tasted her between their teeth? The midnight cowgirl with a suicide smile What does it feel like to drown the same way you do? I tied anchors to my feet for five days to understand And roamed the earth in rose gold petals In pursuit of the mistress in my fantasies Black, white, and gray stones flicker Do they feel the same way I do? This morning I can write like god With the knowledge that in twelve hours I won’t have enough breath to ask Have they ever tasted her between their teeth? The midnight cowgirl with a suicide smile
On a syndicate smile Bourbon scotch cherry blossoms With cinnamon eyes He’s the only one who knows how deeply he affects me. Tonight I need to drown in you Feel the loneliness consume me With no desire to grow From the garden I was planted in Staring at Louisiana’s root - how deeply he affects me. I don’t want to be beautiful I don’t want to be happy I don’t want to be skinny I don’t want to be strong Let me drown drown drown With the sheer knowledge I’ll be laughing like God After freezing a man who sings my name for him, I will return To manic mimosas On a syndicate smile Bourbon scotch cherry blossoms With cinnamon eyes He’s the only one who knows how deeply he affects me.
Snow descends in white flurries,
somewhat hovering, drifting. All is still, nothing hurries; only shadows are shifting. Night retreats, moves on at the break— of dawn.
about worries leaving and calm taking over