I drink wine from the box not the bottle.
     My empties are very functional. I make
     chairs to sit in alone for happy hour.
     Beds to sleep alone in case I can't atone.
     Dog house to be alone in when you're angry.
     Walls between us too tall to ever surmount.
     Even my own coffin hot as hell herself.
     I could never build a bridge back home.

Thunder
fear and wonder
lighting
blind frightening
flood
from above.

Dodged a bullet called life.
So beautiful. Just shattered
fine crystal. Bloodied hands.
We all act as if it mattered.
We protest in graveyards cry
blood tears for tiny abortion
boy or girl we never know now
just another mistaken *******.

It eats us up and spits us out.
Life is God's broken machine
addicts prostitutes for drugs.
Will we be able to get clean?

I need a needle to feel numb.
We all walk with the wounded
we die inside no man's land
always felt like we intruded.

I'm in the zone
between perverted
and in confession to
finally be converted

What a splendid place you are,
spaces, smells and tastes galore.
I've been everywhere in my mind
I'm Helen Keller and I'm blind.
I see more than you might think.
Remember each time you blink.

I drove the 57 Chevy
family station wagon
to my first real date
to the posh East side
too fast don't be late.
Met mom and dad
she liked my cologne
hasty exit to be alone
so we could be bad
bench seats our bed
puzzle bra distressed
I calmed as I was fed
inches in secret garden
we screamed as we bled.