Tropical Storm

The sound of the waves
Pounding against the shore line
In that twilight time
Between storms
Whips around the walls of my room
I had never seen the ocean
Look so dangerous before
And yet
Part of me wanted to feel
Those waves
Lash and churn around me
Tear at the shoreline
And drag me out
Into the deeper darker waters,
Toss me around
Rip at my hair and arms
As I tumbled
With in each wave
Unable to fight the current
To be taken hostage
By such a force of nature
I still wonder what it
Would have been like
To step into the sea that day.

Queen of the . . .

I would take my scepter
And knock off the heads
Of a thousand daisies
Just because
The politics of human
Interaction dictate
I not knock off
Human heads
So I settle for daisies
They don’t stand a chance
Who needs frivolous beauty?

I bet you can’t face your reflection.

The Devil Always Has Blue Eyes

I have watched
innocence die
in so many eyes.
I held on to mine so tight
it left bruises
around my Barbie’s necks.
In some ways
I’ve still got mine,
no one is a virgin
in this society
neither am I.

the devil walked up to
little miss muffet
and told her
her blue eyes looked gray
she giggled real sweetly
and slowly looked away
because the devils eyes
were the color of ice
and the blue could drown out the flame
of purity that burned in her breast
and her curds and wade were getting cold.

so the next day the devil came
back knocking on her door
but this time
he was dressed as a wolf
so she gave him a biscuit
and stared in his eyes
he gobbled her up
and spit her back out
so her blue eyes were ever only gray
and he said
“your heart is a snowball now
and it will melt in the sun
of everything you used to love”

the spiders snickered
behind her back
and suddenly the world
was always tinted black
and around every corner
she looked over her shoulder
searching for the wolf
that never came back
he had gotten her
for all she was worth.

I’ll paint my nails

I tell myself it was long ago
but it wasn’t
I keep it buried
like my memories
were some kind of cemetery
but this one is a zombie
that keeps coming back for me
but not this time I say
I’ve got my skin thick
and my barbed wire bracelets
it comes shambling up to me
out of some dark nowhere
and mumbles
some words I can’t repeat
but all I can do is be wide eyed
and nod
and hope this will never rise again.

Kismet

Driving at night
darkness cradles the car.
Headlights of on coming traffic
have the same effect as falling stars
heading toward you
to erase your existence only
to just miss
because of the median.
The moon hung in the sky
like some sacred amulet
as I watched the dashboard clock
tick off the minutes.
I wondered at both
the future and the past
as abandoned farms
rushed by.
The anticipation builds
and then dissipates,
it takes no extra energy
to be with you
it all slips into beat
effortlessly.

Mermaid Compelx

Something just cracked inside me
maybe something has always
been cracked inside me
all I know is my reflection
in other peoples eyes
has always been a little
inaccurate.
Always a little
blurry around the edges
I’m so pale they
barely see me except for at night
and why am I always the odd one
we’re all the odd one
but I’m the loud abrasive
outspoken one
or that’s who I used to be
I don’t know
where my voice went
some times
I feel like Ariel
turned to foam
for her lost prince charming.

Changeless

Sometimes permanence
is just a saying
because erosion is a processes
of the earth
and the gravity
of this planet controls everything.
the wind chases me
everywhere I go
it pulls at my clothes
and while I sleep it rearranges
my book shelves.

Eventually I gave up
on alphabetical order
names change
mine will someday.

Stamp yourself
repeatedly
with a passing grade
are you an A or a B
maybe a C
possibly
a D
god forbid an F
the order of the rules
we live by
were designed
by people just like us
only with more Virgo
tendencies.

When I hear it howl
I know the future
is just a gamble
cross your fingers
and draw your hand
because they are the only
talents you will ever own.

Closer Then It Appears

Heading toward the flames
till the heat presses in
turn away
I will not embrace
the fire,
sparks will fly
and I will face
the sky,
because I refuse
to fall into
the furnace
of who I could be
I don’t want to
lose this grip
on grey.

March to the Sea

Little liar
no guilt rests in her gut.
So much charm,
she sits
ankles crossed demurely
on her pedestal.
piled with silver and pearls
the bells tinkle
and her voice breaks glass.

Her little pixie eyes shine
with the games she plays
and then she remembers
she’s not eight years old
anymore,
and repercussions pour on
but who can hate a girl
with looks like an angel?
the picture of innocence
as she lights the match.

She could stop Godzilla
but she is just another
General Sherman
burning Atlanta.

When Waking Up Is the Hardest Part

Disconnect
find another plane
to float on.
In the distance
there is a large wooden ship
sometimes I want to burn it
just like the Vikings.

I wish I were next to you,
now in this place
that is not here
in this place that is all mine.
I’ll show it to you
soon
I swear
if its still there
if they hide the matches from me.

There is always a heavy fog
and it smells like
how hose water tastes
but when the sun breaks through
you can almost believe there is a god
almost feel his presence
but my better judgment
tells me not to believe.