It’s easy to lure sailors in

with a siren’s song

it’s what I’ve always done

it’s easy to reel them in

with the Machiavellian melody of 
red lipstick and Robert Frost quotes 
the cadence of raspy vibrato 
the aroma of blue roses
Every nail painted 
Every word calculated 
It’s always so easy

and we dance for a while 
they twirl me around 
enchanted by my pirouettes 
And we drink the wine 
and we watch old films
and it’s beautiful

for a time

But alas 
nothing gold can stay

and I take the road less traveled

I become too much

too hard to reach

too deep

too far under the sea

buried in Davy Jone’s Locker

And they sail away

to the other side of the world

and drop the memory of me off the edge of it 
I’m alone

again 
because the sun always sets on the Jersey Shore
 
Some women fear that they’re not enough
I fear that I’m too much

But not for him

He wandered over all by himself 
I didn’t have to sing a single note

there were no more cadences to whisper 
he made me want to speak the truth

there was no upper hand

so I grabbed onto his

I started living in my body

instead of in my shadow

He stormed by beach

and took away my suffering

He never left

no matter how hard it got
He stayed when I lost my voice

and he helped me get it back

When I got dragged down too deep

he dove to the bottom of the sea to find me 
He helped guide me to the surface

He helped me remember how to swim. 
 
- Mythology of Loneliness

Oh Mother!
Of all creation
Wild and unbridled Inspiration
Reveal yourself to me
Open my mind to see

I’ll be your faithful servant
Accept me in your chamber
Fill me up with passion,
feed me with desire
Charm me with your magic
Hypnotize me with your power
I give myself to you...
Willingly, completely

Oh Mother!
Guide me to the place
Where beautiful minds play games
Sow their seeds, to grow trees of words
I am longing, to be one of those souls

Oh Mother!
Grace me with that gift
Unleash it into me
Posses me with your spirit
Arm me with sword of poetry
Teach me to think in ink

Oh Mother!
Before You,
In here I humbly kneel
I oath to You today
I’ll use, your great gift well
With hope, I shall not fail.

I ask that you let my wings grow
and watch me fly, up, so high
I ask for you, not to call my name
for I won’t  be back
until I call ‘home’, home

Skin is looking in
on us

Wondering
what

bag of ***
it is holding

Wondering
how

did this become
my fate

your guts
held cookie cutter

danced with the others
lightly

it would steer
off another

fit in
school along

i spooned a day
out of these

to spill around
my plants

ashen in color
remainders

splayed carcass
like a flower

rot seeding all
renamed nutrient

who don't i trust
to surprise me

enlie me
to you

it won't
last long

skint needs
to hold

im sorry im sad
that you couldn't cheer me up
i hope my pain hasn't latched onto you
you ask me why i do it
when you made me
why would i want to do something
that makes me feel worthless?

Often I feel alone
until I find myself
most at home
sitting in a dark quiet
room, or outside
beneath the moon
blowing smoke rings
around shiny coffin nails
imagining they are glowing
stars, pretending all is well
which beats the living hell
out of feeling lonely
all alone and by myself.