February 2011



Never ignore your poetry blog .
It knows where you sleep.


Thursday, August 28, 2008

space shot

Politics get watched like porn
Tension might as well be sexual
and I can not keep up with who's
on top of whom and how.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Mad tea party/thunder & lightning

I welcome thunder & lightning as companions
comforted by the madness of opening the window
I wish I could invite them in, sit down and chat at my mad tea party
I feel we've been good friends for awhile.

sedatives are working against me
did someone spike my zanax?
i should be the one sleeping not
CEOs of pharmaceutical companies,
and boys who have hurt me,
and all you folks who voted for Bush

I'm the one left with the side effects
I'm the one who has to clean the mess
I'm the one who can not forget it ever happened-
I'm the one who is fucked.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

naked morning

Naked morning,
vulnerable to my own scrutiny
The heavy veil of night's hope
fails to cover me another day.

There is no indent, no mark
proving space your body was beside me.

There is no
Soft body-gone
you never lied down or looked at me.
The best part was falling
in your lap, against you,
feeling you want me.

Feeling wanted intently,
with potential.
This morning it hits me-
I never believed my own bad intention.