three poems on three days

light that flickers

light that flickers
deep behind eyes
in parts of the brain
left dormant, sometimes
stirring, startling,
awakening. finding
comfort in darkness

past midnight
and I cannot fall back
to the dreamscape, find
no door despite fervent
searching, drifting,
attempts to meditate,
center, focus restless
thoughts indeterminate.

finally I sleep, dream
and a little black kitten
stiff begins to move, its'
tiny stuffed paws pet
my cheeks of tears blindly
- both of us blindly -
staring not quite glassy
eyes left unseeing.

tell me, what is this?
expunge my psyche,
my heart, my soul,
expose my dementia
but tell me I am never
like Mother stunted
afraid of shadows.



Friday, September 01, 2006

socio-conformist love

love marriage sex babies
love marriage sex babies
love marriage sex babies
possession control judgment
codependence need dysfunction

I would never seek to belittle you
who want these things. They are
for you. They are yours. They are
not for me, They are not mine.

Fill me with the freedom to love
at will in the purity of thought,
in the sanguinity of flesh. Let me
take my lovers without sacrifice
of self and never live knowing
what I have or have not. Let me
never lend an ear towardyour
prisons of socio-conformist love
for I would wither not too sweet.



Tuesday, August 29, 2006

crappy poem that doesn't convey the sentiment i was after

I love me, you know I do
but what attracts is attitude
though even that I lack
in extreme measure.

I am ever the realist, knowing
I am not the hot, cool, chick,
not the super sexy blonde
nor dark, exotic, mysterious.

Im kinda geeky, kinda silly.
I make faces at the camera,
spend too much time alone,
rather plain, sometimes smart,

more often on the verge of
transcendence and madness,
glad to be there and alive
and breathe fire, spit flames.

and take long naps in the sun
some days speaking to no one,

Maybe that's the attraction?
I am not afraid to dive
head first into the abyss,
never afraid to live or love.

love like breathing

He met her then I met you
and all that time we coulda
been fucking like rabbits
neither of us having lost
our hearts to you both
never feeling our hearts
ripped asunder - nor joy
nor a year later horny
like teenagers getting off
over messages and calls
finding empty release
in words like cock and
tight fuck, wet, then
cursory nods wishing
the other well, wishing
the other goodbye, never
regretting that year apart
knowing we are nothing
but shells to each other
never regretting...love
like breathing, life.