If a woman were to be expressed in fullness she would take up all the breadth of the national library and still have several thousand floppy disks left over Suitable to match, I suppose the floppy remarks and Toms, Dicks and Harrys she leaves behind her on her journeys and leftovers are often a sad…
Category: Poetry
I Decorate The Sun For You
When the light is low and the wind is long I shape the shadows on the ground And I like to make them change and play until they’re old enough and long enough to pass away Into the cool soothing night they at long last light fade Until the morning when the shape of the…
Dark Wings
Sometimes I imagine you with dark wings above a city full of stars Although none shine as bright as your beautiful eyes reflecting mine // Sometimes I imagine your hair blowing around your shoulders dark and curly And the way the stands move in the wind is wild and relentless just like your pursuit //…
Itchy
The grass underneath them is itchy and its bending and twitching and it’s moving How can it keep holding up such an awkward conversation for hours and hours They have been talking and talking and talking without an end to the ridiculousness of it all The drama they’ve managed to create with each other, and…
There’s Something Missing
In a tower sits a princess waiting and waiting to be called And although she’s scraped like sinew on bone she gets no rest at all I wonder if she’s happier now on the long and lonely nights Or if she’s just lost the ringing bell that lets her feel the frights In the middle…
I Would Like
I would like to sing to you dear Mothers a song of the tea I’d like to tell you how many bridges it could span between the chatter Because when we have nothing else left we do have the time for tea // So why is it that all my tea has gone cold and…
Thinking of Therami
In a tower to the east of ottoman fair Lies a lady in white combing her hair And no matter how frightened or otherwise worried with care She’ll always be Quiet Her silence In stair l am she who plays the melancholy tune The thump-shump gone unheard of since babe was in womb The eerie…
Dearest Ones
Dearest ones I didn’t know there was a type of reverence That whispered into your soul the very truest meaning of the words I live to serve Her voice was quiet when she said it to me, and I shuddered quietly in turn And I suppose that quietitude is catching, because I haven’t heard anyone…
Fission
The thermonuclear rage that I felt when I walked in the room Never felt since before the long ago Big Bad Boom It’s radioactive, this level of anger and it tears at my cells The same way that fractionated acid burned away the apples A saying from long ago was that this is why can’t…
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