I want to think  abount  the smuge on my refrigerator
and a **** in an empty elevator

I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!!


To the deep and tangle of wood.
Of cackle and of croak.
Find me left of no regrets uncloaked  with singe and smoke.

The sun unsean and far from sight
this ever dark of night.

So too shiver and of faint,
did the woods enease, envoke.

The firey hate I have of all
that I ever stoke.

So  to light, or rather
fight.

The hope eternal night.
This feeling is of a drearyness.
So to other worlds alight.


So within this swamp of soot
and eyes too break of day.
Focused only for the dark,
that of yesterday.

Be the light unnatural,
Be it weeping willows.

Is the place to find me now,
I hope your dance can follow.

So forward, forward,
through the muck.
while we sink together.

An anger that we hope to shed,
this our common tether.

So upon our doorstep,
us of little faith

that we might to hold the hate
is foolishness awry
for anger is the tempest
and cleansing of our homes

for the mind is but a fabric
and the blood of God the dye

these wonders make a fool of me
andme to jest about


so could I find I better time
to worlds of lesser shake.

but cowards are around
and shimmer like a snake

I'm of a universe
I do not have a stake



So would I to a different path
that of less mistake.

this I cannot know
the wind will tell you so

it is of a place
we might never, ever go.


so tell me then .As you tire.
I write with toungh in cheek, but never
of a charlitin and never of a lier
and with the passing of your time.
you never paid a cent.
but think It funny of your mind
that I often pay to rent.

The test proved more
than my genetic background.

Apparently, I am dyslexic,
perhaps, it is why my name

                   is

             EMDNA,

             but more,
      I’m a trans gender.


                              #MeToo.

Always you
(2)         (1)
Sempre tu
(2)         (1)
Immer du
(2)         (1)

The sport of it; the game
If you want it, fight for it
Young "man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you" are
Fifty "four and there's so much more"!

An old dog willing to learn new tricks

New tricks on the Street?
Trick-or-treat ask for the Sweet?

Was the Season of the Sticks a failure
because we didn't win the final game?

Coaches say happiness is in the struggle
        or was it suffering?
Falling in love is insufferable

Monks and pirates say life is suffering
        or was it pain Highnest!
"anyone who says differently, is selling something"

New tricks to learn!

Michael Jordan hustled tricks
for six seasons before he had his first child!
Were those six childless years failures?

Our therapist would say keeping  
our eyes on the prize is good:
Goals help us improve, help us find happiness, help us embrace
the Absurd Movable Feast of P^ssy

Sempre tu sounds hollow
like a God chortle -- lacy mirth in
high heels; s^xy but not malicious
She never is

Immer du feels dry
like flatten dimensions of curved
hips and stiff swords reduced
to moisten bints lobbing scimitars

Me andyou
(1)         (2)
You andme
(1)         (2)

Reduced happiness?