I can describe a rose in 12 petals
A weed pretending to be human
I feel more at home among the trees, As though my body yearns for grass against my skin And leaves around my soul. Like a weed pretending to be human- Growing in the wrong place- Prickly, green and funny shaped And looking for something to uproot me. So I'll keep pressing flowers between these pages,… Continue reading A weed pretending to be human
A muse in a bottle
I keep my muse in a bottle. I shake it every once in a while- Or tap it like a kid at a fish bowl- It doesn't move, stir or come back to life; It just idly floats through its own filth. I sigh. Typical, I mutter as I flush in down the toilet And… Continue reading A muse in a bottle
It's the most wonderful time
Of the year.
I wonder I see I want I am I feel I touch I pretend I am I say I dream I understand I am
I'm living? ...I must be, I remember you.
The Puppet Maker
I am a woman Made of wood; Paint and carve, And chip away. Pretend you made me But, I was always alive. Make me a mouth So I can give you back Your little words, Oh, Creator, Consumed by madness. My god without eyes Look and see: It fits, It fits.
Move if you Must
It's not too late It's never too late- Never too late But never easy To please. Nevermind, I'll try to sleep, Nope Lost it again. Lost in your lips; your mind. Move if you must- I know I did, But never as angel do.
Prince of Atlantis
Leaves are plucked And sown like dust, light and free, The colour of cinnamon, Hazel and cherry, Sprinkled were the water laps, Smooth and blue, Against the setting sun. A sky aflame, bloodshot, Clouds blushing scarlet overhead, Dyeing the island and its long, lost city, The colour of wine. His hair grows fierce… Continue reading Prince of Atlantis
A voice? The guard Speaking Coming Breathing ...Nobody Ended Doors A face! Sharp Reflecting In prayer Sobbing Bleak Sunless Forgetting.