Love Poem Sonata

No winds, or landscapes.
The wizard of Oz.
He was uncovered;
We, under covers.

Because of the wonderful things he does...
 
 

Has No Title
 

This song you wrote me has no title
Yet it is mine, here tonight-
Substitute piano
For the sounds that rocked me to sleep
So quickly because
I knew I'd wake with those notes
Kissing past my hair.
 
 
 

My Voice Alone

My voice alone could carry across the inner harbor here.
I think of home
Polluted rivers
And dysfunction
And the elements I brave
(Do you see how I am brave?)
To leave the fresh air
For the mother that doesn't care
For the three hour drive-
You obsess me;
I'm alive.
 
 

Nothing

Grand sounds of me practicing
yesterday to earn the nothings of
writing and nothings of
loving family and
nothing
 
 

Grenadine:

Not a name or a bomb-
A submissive blood red
    innocent substance
that makes me
         tangibly
              restless for you.
 

Slick

politician's oil impregnating the
earth with pretending-to-be-
thick
guilt that bastardizes children
who used to have fathers.
 
 

Fabric

Paisley scarf crinkle paper multi color dye adorning
me
faces of bands and silhouettes of cities on my
pants
Linda lives down the water blue of my
sleeve
and I drive vintage luxury modern
car.

I really just want to say in plain English that the best thing I own is an
old worn out gray hat that my boyfriend gave me.
 
 

Vespa

I don't care where we live.  I want a Vespa to
cruise not down the highway but down the
yard into the garage because you were
always coming home to me, and even
If we rent a shack, we'll be there
With a Vespa.
 

Pounds

Chocolate ice cream.
Stagnant.  Thick.  Constipated.
Strict rules broken by chocolate ice cream
This I know!
 
 

Sink Running

I left the sink running.
I always rush out of the bathroom on this uncomfortable floor here on campus,
But I was caught- forced against the wall by today's happening-
And the water, more peaceful,
Hold me again there on the rock.  My warmth in the cold.  Your love in sound
and touch.
My backbones piercedthewallanditwascold
Like the woods might have been,
Were my hand not held.
To sit in the sun, picnic undone matters not-
What does, when
love is.
 
 

Hiking

I won't complain (out loud) but
my feet ache
my back aches
and I pulled a muscle I didn't even know I had.
my stomach grumbles
my soul's unrest,
shortness of breath,
even pain in my chest.
Vision blurred,
I'm physically misplaced.
Everything aches except my
Heart today.
The rest you've healed: a nap, massage, cheese hoagies.
Yes, where we're from, we say hoagies.
-I'm so glad to love someone who calls them hoagies.
I'm so glad to love someone who calls them.
I'm so glad to love someone who calls.
I'm so glad to love someone.
I'm so glad to love.
I'm so glad, too.
I'm so glad.
I am.
 

Here

Here you are-
Combing my own silence
With a golden
voice.
 

There

There you are-
Hanging in waking thoughts
Like Lennon white pianos
In my sleep.
 

Everywhere

Everywhere in me
Is held, unabashedly held,
In esteem by a spirit worthy
Of no displeasure.
Such is love.
 
 

Sleeping Wild

Sleeping wild are degenerates like me,
Awake at 5 am
While princess sleeps,
Her hair in curlers.
("Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee.")

I'm losing my virginity.

(I smile first)
 
 

What's Left

Me in the center of a
poserantique frame

framed by those
who love me not

nothing could bribe me back
to black hat days of cafe song

singing now as i do:
a poetess,
strong.
 
 

All Gay

In this book,
All are gay.
All construct stereotypes.
All readers must analyze to death
the AIDS infestation
and suspect each other.
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Fuck and kill one another
Right now.
Thanks to English class, anyhow.
 
 

Black Cat

Black cat, white as night
Take my baby's breath tonight.
Are you sullen, serene or calm?
Tabby, shiek, or spotted tom?

From a society that sings ashestoashesdusttodust
Pocketfullofposyweall
fall down,
I laugh.
Catrician, catatonic odes to
Cats!
 
 

There's An End

There's an end to the madness of
Dawn.
Frankenstein, or the genius of the other man,
hunched over the piano, or no- scratch that out-
With good posture.
There's an end to the cravings of sadistic chocolate.
Tantric torture, at the gate
But not allowed in.
Does it feel like violated violence?
 

Choir Boy Sequel

Today our scene went alright.
You the clown, most obscene-
Adult expression, with me,
center circle.
You got a hard-on
And you weren't ever jealous.
Today, though, was a victory.
You heard I was a professional-
(with voice, what else?)
And three hour drives are nothings
For his love.
I don't know why it meant so much
That you took me seriously.
 
 

Wares

You must buy these wares I sell
To keep me from owe mother debt hell.

You must buy these things I've earned.
I sell them to gain an empty room
Filled with white and red paint
From my valentine.

Dropped plans.  Drove three hours.
To take me to a formal.
 
 

First One

You're the first one
With shined shoes and piano suit
Who takes my give
And gives my take.

Awake.
 
 

Chanting Like A Hare Krishna

Chanting like a Hare Krishna,
Love beads circle swinging round.
Psycho Christian forceful dogma
Beaten into unowned ground.

I saved myself by holding trees
Through stormes of papacy, fires, disease.
Floods came forth as we deserve-
Nature, not sin.  To share one's body
In the forest-
Nature, not sin.

I love myself without the book
Support myself without your hooks.
Differences made in here and now:
Music, grass, love, peace, pow wow.

If my burning flag would happen to creep onto your book
And singe the edges, because I neglected to save it-
Blame not me- for Jesus started the revelation revolution of
Long hair sandal wearing love baby,
Love
 

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