Having visions.
It’s my job, as the artist,
To give life
Create
Make seen what only I can see
I understand these duties.
Willingly accept.
A soldier in the war
against mediocrity.
Shine on
Crazy Lucy
Wither diamonds.
Still unsatisfied
Goals are so few.
My pace is slacking
Momentum lost
Never forget
Untap, Upkeep, Draw.
Perfect defense
Only gets you one point.
Fortunately
The only point of life
that matters
is the last one.
Full range of emotions
Nestled in healthy desire
A tiny dose of imagination
This here’s rainbow weather
Magic puddling into gutters
Scent of vacation in the air
The heart is about the same.
Defects and all.
An aquarium first full
Crystal clarity of design
Will it stand up under pressure
Water displaced finds a way
Like hormones and nature
About to burst
Tearing at the seams
Hot water starts trickling
dripping steady flow
gathering at edges
staining sleeves and napkins
Tight, acutely aware
Consequences abound
Least of expectations
Imaginable disappointment
Butterflies are great
for their own sake.
Captivated by the what-if
Loving myself
Mercenary
or
Missionary
Growing up, unfamiliar often equated to bad. The closer you live to the sun influences your opinion of hot. I’m prone to diaphoresis – the egg to my anxiety. No reason to choose a humid climate. Not to mention drama.
I’m flying higher than ever, smiling so much I almost want the wax to melt. Just to relax. Then I bow forward and hang my head. Miles left to go before I rest. Upward momentum, coasting along. Not sinking, just floating still.
I forgot about gliding.
Anything you want
Written
Like love letters
Odes
To body parts
Pleas
For loving touch
Scattered
Among the perverts
Objects
Of anonymous desire
Anyone you want
Peddle
Stuff and emotions
Attract
Desperate or crazy
Sell
What you got
Hope
Someone wants it
Forget
Why I did
TANSTAAFL
4
LIFE
Staid in bed all day.
My cat is eating a box.
Swollen with magic.
Finally comfortable
After all the peas
Not to mention carrots
Essentially a princess
Alone in a tower
Don’t rescue me
A bolster
Good mattress
Baddha konasana
Cotton clothes
A wholly viable
connection
Earth and honey
Dripping sweet
Beneath the hive
Special purity
Sticky clean
Excretions
Sit lifted.
Open.
Cross yourself.
I lent a
specially
pre-ordered
personally signed
1st edition
American Gods
To my BEST FRIEND
LindsAy
Right after I finished reading it
In 2001
Once
I asked for it back
Seeing it displayed
No dust cover
on a manicured shelf
at her party
celebrating
a new bungalow
his commitment
And always having money.
Stone-faced
Insisting
THAT one
is HER copy
Lying bitch.
That’s my memory
held hostage by
her insanity.
I still have the jacket.
I love that book.
Someone should know.
What a difference 33 inches makes.
Metallic clouds rose tinted
Shattered below ground
Anxiety pooling at my feet
emotional dross
lubing
the way
to my heart,
rose-tinted.
Built upon steel
Forging a cauldron
warm and safe
Mind the gap