Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

You say past is prologue

Past is not prologue
we are not bound
like slaves
to the wheel
of our histories
turning
over
and
over
creating
a rut
in the ground

No
instead
we are trailblazers
owning our destinies
mixing desire and development
crafting new paths
breaking old chains
becoming
who we want to be

Crazy he calls me

It cost me 60 dollars
for you to laugh in my face
and call me a tiger
but I'd do it all again

lay my heart on the floor
red at your feet
and watch you dance
all over my despair

your blue eyes
ice in your veins
all our bridges burnt
by your pride and my pain

and you can call me crazy
if you want to

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Sparkling bubbles of regret

your name came up today
quite by accident
it floated to the top
of my little world
disturbed the surface
POP!
ripples
waves across my heart

remorse crosses my mind
like a hitchhiking veteran
coming back from the war
between my heart
and
my fear filled head

grey coat soldiers
won that war
my heart, still bitter
with
sparkling bubbles of regret

we missed our moment

and..

I miss you


your blues eyes

your sly smile

your sunshine

Monday, May 30, 2011

parties and junkies

I shot the junkies
poisoned the party goers
cleaned up the streets
and went back to the suburbs of my heart

And I remember
standing naked
in your living room

while you threw a party
for somebody else

I should have gone home then
gotten my gun
put two in my heart
and laid the last junkie to rest.

morning after

open up my brain
sun-drenched
morning
on the porch
breeze in my curls
and the sound of water

the night in a blur
through smoke
through the haze

could I spend my summer here?
hiding away
birds, dogs, and parties.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

5000 mile salad

hiding
your arms
a safe haven

hiding
your room
an island

but this
cannot go on
its unsustainable

like the 5000 mile salad
caught between
the energy crisis
and my hunger

wanting
always wanting.
unfilled.

gorging myself
on you
yet
still empty
hiding
away
in your
arms.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

No safe harbor

on the 5
at midnight
think of you
light a cigarette
fire in my heart
smoke in my eyes
my hands are now
to busy to phone