I’m trying to recallHow it felt to haveA country home in your arms The scent of your cologneBlinds the fiber of my beingA party as the world ends The beat of your heartUnsweetened lemonadeOn the tongue of my skin I used to excite your moleculesFalse oxygen in your brainFired by the microwaves of touch Is…
It had to look real.Bruise had to be shaped just so.Lampshade swayed like Newton’s law.Equal but opposite.It was the only heavy object within reach.Timed carefully.The neighbors would hear.They would see his car in the driveway.The wound would be temporary, Band-Aid.This house; a prison,An expensive gilded cage.
Screaming into the windSilenced by the rushThat whips by the open window Intrusive thoughts from the top downGrandparent, parent, child, apoUnable to unfold itself With the snap of gods finger, the air calmed andI was left with the scars on my skinAnd the blood on the page. With no explanationNo response to the questions that…
Quand il m’embrasse,je ne sais quoi faire.J’entends les rouges-gorges chantons,et la glace dans mon esprit se brise.Je me sens meilleur quand il est prés,et mon conte de fées est complet. When he kisses me,I do not know what to do.I hear the robins sing,and the ice in my spirit breaks.I feel best when he is…
Over cinnamon apple tea,technicolor pictures galore,she dreamed of her lover,and so much more.I was a starving artist,oil streaked carnations, arm’s reach.I danced with peasants,and ate with kings. The rustle of the quail song,Pounding against the riverbed.The opera of the nightengale,to usher in a peaceful slumber. Tributes of the birds, the bees,of emptiness and the trees,and…
Où est mon coeur?Il est dans les yeux bruns à mon amant.Pourquoi est-ce qu’il est parti à chez moi?Ma peau fait froid sans il.Je penche ma tête dans une prièrepour mon coeur revient à moi.J’entends la voix de mon petit coeurde temps à autre.J’entends l’amour, la patiènce, la force …mais le soupçon aussi.J’avais oublié le…
Hello World has the distinction of being the very first poem I ever wrote, circa 1997. hello world,what are you doing on my front step?guess it’s my turn to shine in the spotlighti don’t think i’m ready yet.i still have things to do here in my castlethat you wouldn’t understand.i’m perfectly fine on my own.and…
Unfriendly fountainAn ugly monster danceswhilst watching the time
It’s a life of tiny shards, make it pretty.Meat, rice, vegetables, fish, sugar, spice.Everything and nothing is nice.The culmination inside another wistful dream.Compartmentalized for a fleeting moment.Consumed like fire in a pit.Corrugated cardboard container.Sectioned off and in manageable pieces.Been ready to walk the road for years.Should have turned left at that last fork.Coasting through the…
This is the last beginning. I will not moveforward from here.Draw the line, straight andperfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips.Onto your skin, into your head, and out ofyour heart.Dig in and hold the line, retreat isnot an option.It’s too late.The light continues.Won’t you stop and listen to me?Manipulate the King and movethe…
