Reborn

Make haste...

I was living for yesterday;

all this time 

I have wasted.

Rebirth my eyes,

& I will breathe for today;

it is the day 

I become infinity,

the day 

nothing touches my body.

My brain feeds my inner purity

& I reach for the stars,

that were always mine.

Crazy Aunt Curry

Nothing

    good...

nothing good ever came

from a branch

stuck 

in the window

of your aunt's house.

Black tangled 

ivy, running

through eyelashes.

Sweating 

lips.

Crumbs

on the soap

of dishes last-night...

Nothing

   good

can come.

A Song for Saturday

So sweet were the branches,

the perches for folks,

who laugh and sing

at thoughtful jokes.

Who sit & give you

all their smiles.

On this simple summer's Saturday.

The Wrongs of Gods In Sheep's Clothing

Before the light, before the rain,

before we had anyone;

They came by Nile during the day

to benefit the wrong-love.

Been versed in violence; held, be vain-

until yesterday came upon them...

Erase Me

I want to be free, like the ocean.

Erase all the salt,

be covered in milk.

Pure white, like oppression.

There is a spot,

it's land.

Yet all I see

is water.

Dense as a sand storm

pulling me  to the bottom;

down

down

into all of its pity.

Letting go

the last breath.

A bubble of air.

I smile

as the sea takes me

in my tangled glory.

& I give it myself.

Thanking me;

my body goes

down

down.

The System

No one cares,

you're a lost cause.

Emptied their wallets,

found no odds.

They say you,

though, I think them flawed.

Embrace your fellow human,

they're all you've got;

In this world of...

malice, hatred, hot -

Forsaken place

money had bought.

See Me

I wish I was made of windows,
so you could see right through me. 
I’m drowning in this muck,
what mud!
& nobody can view me. 
I am, I live,
I love & breathe;
some may say,
A being! 
But tragedy is as tragedy goes,
& nobody believes me. 
So I’ll sit right here & wrinkle my nose 
until you open your eyes 
to meet me.

Grandpa's Root Beer Bar

Somewhere inside,

I am what makes me,

me.

Deep within the joy

of a simple Root Beer,

Icy & cold.

Nostalgia fills my tongue

& I am lost in summertime -

Motorcycle rides,

dripping popsicle on my good shoes.

Empty, maybe - That it be anything of importance;

That  dusty beverage on the shelf.

Well, maybe to someone else.

But here,

somewhere inside,

there is the joy

and what makes me, me.

Post Traumatic Stress

SUBMISS

& I did.

For it is I that hath been beaten

held like a bird by the foot,

cradled by claws

'til my final killing come.

I am a roman numeral IXII,

noises from a past life

take me to the dark side,

& I eat the ghoulish petals

of those poppies gone black.

For nothing else satisfies 

the shadow I harvest inside;

I hold remnants, eaten so unhealthily..

Until I can somehow turn them to gold instead,

but gold is only in their head...

The Deepest Wish

Carry this pocket watch,

my shallow heart's-dream.

I will be grateful

to have ever been seen.

Let Me Love You Full and Loud

Please tell me

the thing you disliked the most about me,

because all I ever asked

was to feel your arms around me.

I let my heart go,

let it abound me,

and now all I'm left with

is a darkness surround me.

I wish you would have let me

be all you knew to be,

I wish I could have become

all you needed.

I crave

for the day

you see my eyes

and ask me to be more than yours,

always for you.

I want to be

someones' everything,

more than I wish to breathe.

I want to make

someone my always,

been waiting

an eternity.

All the ways

you wish to be loved,

I want to make it seen.

Let me love you

full and loud,

then scream your heart at me.

I have lost my knees,

I am weak;

empty heart,

failed thieves

tried to steal

all I am ,

in my mind,

my heart,

my grief -

but no one's seen

and no one's touched

anything

like me.

Meddling in Mother's Garden

A stick in the mud.

Critters come to cuddle,

meddle in grubs,

their feet in the hollow.

That poor old sap

spilling its drink

on old folks

in petticoats --

Lizards licking sheep 

in anger...

You know,

we were taught to be strangers.

I told you, behave;

Who are we?

Animals among the trees

taking drinks from our cups

that double as voice?

Never a day we not be at rest -

where we not love our cousin, nature.

Where we not be free as bark on trees.

This day never come,

but it be meant to.

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry

I never chose to be what I am,

some woman of poetry;

a victim of slam?
& never meant I,

to take this road,

.

.

.

down.

But fate led me.

My parents wrote the diary:

Yes, they who,

laid hands...

Just to escape the world's way,

their day to day.

&

It kinda grows on you,

the way the world disapproves

of, a slammed down, me,

except in poetry...

& I never asked for this,

unenlightened sense,

of

only me.

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry.

A Couple

This rhombus of your love

envelops me,

laps my tears;

folding them

into worry no more.

I am reborn

to you -

One day,

I hope

you will be
unto me
too.

anxious

Ever to fit
in a box
made of crumbs,
soaked in the mercy
of dishes last night.

The Liar

Every corner holds a shadow of you.

I am awakening to the day

where the wall be stained bare...

I'll find the truth 

beneath the Liar's stare.

This tale was not spun,

nor were these eyes given

ever in your wisdom.

Bold faced

bare chest.

Will you find another?

No, never will you.

Walls breathe, tundra

frozen over solid;

Beneath its crust,

a thousand cores,

and at the very pit

a Liar there. 

Country Song

This girl,

she keeps me guessing -

I call her my Darling.

Oh, my darling,

darling, Darling what'd you do?

My Darling sent me roaming,

after lattes in Wyoming.

Now I'm roaming around to Jackson,

maybe Casper, sometimes Cheyenne;

All because I went and gave my love to...

Just like a meadowlark,

you struck me yellow -

I saw sparks;

Guess they never caught fire onto you.

I'd like to try pretending

that this ending wasn't foreseen

but my Darling still went & left me blue.

Now I'm claiming territory,

& I'm waking in the morning

over lattes, in Wyoming

like we used to.

In Empathy

In Empathy - other realities be seen.
Yet no soul
that I have found
hath ever ate this notion.

It set the tone for today -

Our world
be too much for one soul bare.

Though,
what if
all souls
bathed in empathy?

Then, what could we be?


Weightless.
Nirvana.

we are clouds at sea

.

Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.

If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.

If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

An Ode To Elevators

Thank you,
for bringing me up
when I was down.
I began there,
long ago,
stagnant
at level one
Now here I stand,
a successful level three.
You are so uplifting!
Oh elevator,
how I look up to thee.