Poetry: January 2000
The Newness of Winter
With white drafted deadgrass
and facility of indoor minds,
This newness prevails
starving me into reasonable
search and outcome
for a
new.
Your well timed take-my-hand
With my step-away from another
Has led to the most beautiful
and innocent
dance.
The Long Wait
Look what you said to me
And how you cloaked yourself
In gauntlet tears.
Don't hurt too much.
You won't hurt me too much.
We're both tired of hurting and working on
this barren road,
And I think of how I used to be,
before I turned frozen and lonely;
Romantic and ideal
With nothing left in my hand.
Am I wiser?
What do you want to see?
The Heart
You can act young for free
For once, follow me
I'll play the leader
and you play the fool
You be the seeker
I'll break the rules.
We'll make a new game
You can go first, you can start
Keys, lockets, dinners, magic
You remind me of the Heart.
Curtain
I know that I am innocent
Hiding behind curtains of
Velvet and lace.
But the velvet is crushed
And the lace white;
not black.
Please reach through them
And be the first person
To let me reach back.
Furniture
Do I remind you
Of a cheap,
one night stand?
Some kind of soldier
Set at your arms.
I don't want to be what he made me.
I am self made
I will self train.
My chintzy lamp shade model leg
Could be the world for him
for one night,
What would it be for you?
Oh, Baby
Oh, Baby
How you typed up a storm
How you blew all of my sandcastles
away
And how impeccably life times things,
How marvelous we could be.
Oh, Baby
I'd commit crimes
And be locked up in bars
Cuffed
like Bonnie
for Clyde.
Oh, Baby
Sweet eyes,
Sweet baby eyes;
Please
give in to me.
This Horrible Person
Displays how she feels
And runs about with a
naked mind.
She does brightthings
Light and proud secrets;
And when she came to this place,
This Horrible Person was attacked
for purity. And now that she has
been scorned tell me,
Do you want her?
The Horrible Thing about
The Horrible Person is the way
she feels about how
she feels so much.
She feels that she feels wrongly.
She wants to cry for you and be
so solid
(she feels so much)
But in your arms.
Nothing is so right to her
but could you feel her purity
her purity how
her purity would want to collapse
in your arms.
Sometimes I am too clear to myself:
This Horrible Person.
Walk Away
One of us is always being the
Walk Away
Into the desert we painted
together.
We were always good kids;
We take turns
And now I steal mine inhaling like
Five thousand summers on your dehydrated
Ice.
We are too cruel for nature,
This take and give,
Yet here we vie
Here we are.
Freaks of Nature
Freaks of nature
Friends of God
Come play in my Kingdom.
I've created a village;
You may interact
And try to murder me once you meet,
And once you meet again.
You've only torn apart
Me;
The sea which thinly binds you together.
Lonely Day
It was a lonely day
when I charged into town,
And with Buffalo Bill
I proclaimed this a regular
Soap Opera.
When the viewers go away,
Disband their armed computers,
Roll back their robotic machines
To love themselves,
For me it is a lonely day.
Cupids
Cupids always bothered me.
Babies naked babies dressed in toga robes,
When bred of evil and heartbreak,
How can they inflict when they know not of
love?
Arrows sting so long after penetration,
Convicting me to a conquered injury,
Bundled in blood shed sheet wrapped wounds,
While you go off to prowl for more
Drink some more
eat your supper
For the Satan Cupids follow you.
Cursed be you, boy,
At least you know you are.
Weaker Ones
Let's be nice and all be friends,
Let's allow you to take and whisper my
breath and kinships and love away,
Shudder me dry and shake against my body,
For I am empty now
No fill for another,
This is your doing.
Cat
I watch how the cat moves
Watching
Eyeing the baby
With slits of unfilled meals
And days of prowling sex.
A Day
It's only been a day
But I'm tragically sorry
And utterly pledged
Knowing that
I missed you tonight.
Are you playing for keeps?
You Sting
Like local phone calls
You could have made
15 minutes from my house
To refuse my goodbyes.
You sting
Like tears in all absence
rolling onto my dry skin.
I sing
About loving another
tomorrow.
Negative
Negative Images
Polarized in the
house burning imagery
Faulty driving directions
And your premature lust
That ruined ten years.
Negative poetry
That burns your core
Because in your direction I've declared
This negativity that you despise
Because it's caused by
YOU.
Words
Words are just words,
So belittle my major
then take me to tea,
Give me a nursery rhyme
Pretend I'm your child.
I thought you were keeping me
For something more sacred.
Fear to be Comforted
How many are the days
Until I see you
so that I will know
if you can weather
this engulfed pain?
Comfort makes me smile
And pent up like gale winds
I have sorrows and tears,
as do you.
I want to trade secrets.
But first I want to stand there
And listen to your heart.
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writing seen above is copyright Echo, 1999
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