Life is just a series of minor irritations

Ego is scar tissue

Drunk on Josephine and my own Pheromones.
Bent waves as the trees lay by.
solar system sand trails sandled addled ambles.

Each  just another one of the other ones addictions

Can't think straight

I can't think straight, live with or with out you.

Can't run without my hip cracking, sing without my voice breaking, love without crying.

I can't afford my digs, can't keep the place clean, can't keep the electricity reliably flowing.

Can't hold your interest or stop your eye roving. can't keep from drinking or stop my head spinning.

Can't think straight, live with or without you.

him

I saw you in my dreams last night, More beautiful than I remember. shadow turned to golden light. memory became splendour.

September

Time storms by while September winds shake her heart

Metamorphosis

My view has become myopic.
My thoughts  tethered. Once they were boundless sandstorms through deserts; Monsoons backlit by rainbows.
Back in my Chrysalis Metamorphosis takes flight.
Fragile, ephemeral, the warm breeze will partner my jive once more.

Eating codeine makes me feel doper than dope fiends but it's a pretty dark scene when the sickness sinks sin, sinks BRIMMING with bile, blood and sloe gin.

Pacing dusty corners
Excitable due to MSG and new possibilities of being haunted by old ghosts.
No more static nights of decay and red wine.
Let the aging process slow back down, step in time with younger shoes.
fly like a harpee in her prime your corpse in her claws.

Smile at synchronicity, my most dependable friend bringing disco lights to shadowed space.
Somersault with the punches
Spasm no more

...

It hurts on the way back up. Yellow corn red yellow corn red.

eyelid skin pin pricked

yellow corn red yellow corn red

shaking in my bed

red.
red

untitled

I rolled in the rough and now crave the smooth, sacred in my waters, tangled with my roots.

The Black keys

Whiskey
Black  keys
Sunshine through the open windows.
You Me
and
SUMMER
A divine trinity



©2011

Because today I was angry at men

What is an antonym for ode?
I don't know, but I'll lament in feminine sorrow against frustrated love.
you, my suitor, make me choke, same shit different dick.
If only your crime could be legitimately tried, not suffered alone in my swollen eyes, your swollen pride.
She will not suffer me but I'll grow sick and green until you can no longer suffer my stench.
Does female beauty exist in eyes, deeds or hearts?
Mine falls at your first hurdle.
I'm too proud to compete. Not in this wretched contest, for what prize?
A heart I could never possess, a love for which I was never eligible.
If frustrated love is all men seek then let me freeze, relent to inertia.
I'll ape her obsequious lies, posturing in your cold sunlight-
 silhouette of defeat.
the death of my faith in truth, love and thee



©2010

Feeling like Ophelia

Today i'm feeling like Ophelia
struck down lunar strike
flag stone miseries
grey slate rip tide
today i'm feeling like Ophelia
unhinged
fractured light
sign posts back to sanity
warm breath
warm night

© 2010

I keep myself for myself


Dreaming of Walnut, Opals and Pearls


© 2010

The Lovely Eggs

Oh! So Twee

Even this TEA is pleasuring me!


I could ALMOST crack a smile

© 2010

Manifesto

I want to be outside and to move freely. To talk with strangers and make friends. To be near water and breeze. To wear thin cloth and to be loved. To ride my bicycle and smile at the people and animals I pass. To be understood and to understand. To be OK with being misunderstood. To live through books and to write them. To grow green life and live on its sustenance. To be charismatic and to be charmed. To laugh uncontrollably. To drink strong coffee and eat too many sweet berries. Let the seasons wash over me and the thoughts sail through calmly….
On cold days sunbathe; on hot days give warmth.




©2010

Pensive Limbo Vigil

A pensive limbo vigil

Tempered by grey skies 

  you tingle upon my lips, a promise I keep for myself alone.

 for you I’ll feign goodness and light, until they become ‘me’

And we are love.

Look at my garden, eat my green things and grow intoxicated by these sweet berry scents.

Be my everything today.

Night rain window sill serenade

Sleep.

Let’s over whelm each other

Let lust feed us, leave food for the lonely

Taste my tears when you are thirst

Your sweat will quench mine

© 2010