facebook

at night the profiles become like channels
that conservative cousin who's rants both infuriate and amuse
your long lost childhood friend and her happy family
best friends and bright acquaintances
all flip past in quick succession
their lives devoured in snippets

loyal ties are but gossamer threads
cut quickly at the first sign of true emotion
conversations swim in the shallow water
where the strong tides of opinion
lap listlessly on the shore

this false connection is all static
inept rage unable to connect
trading punches  and jabbing with sharp elbows
marshaling armies of likes
a meadow of thumbflowers on the fields of mars

HB

lost in magazines
and television shows
adrift amidst distractions

but a distant satellite
to some long lost southern son
some skinny dark woman from your past
frankincense and mir
scent old albums where I search for your face

snooping through things
like a girl lost in her mother's closet
a deck of cards, a pale blue comb,
stories about you are just an affectation of affection
something one says to keep from saying nothing at all.

Gambling

Two gamblers
their eyes slits across cards
played close to the vest.

soft green velvet
muffles the clink of coins
with shaky hands
the gamblers ante up.

the swoosh of crisp paper
dealer takes two
and doles out none,

and now the war
it escalates
rivers of tension rise
far above the levy gates

flooding out reason
with emotion
blinding everyone
to bigger bets and
bleeding losses.

two pair of dark eyes
lay down all they have
a full house
the flush of hearts
despair

I am not

the girl 

you take home

to meet your mother

or your friends.

I am the girl you take to bed.

press release news

lately I have become afraid of the right

as it yowls and screams

about indoctrination in our schools

baying at the moon

about the plight of our education

crying wolf whilst whistling

the benefits of homeschooling.

rolling down a road

towards incestuous order

deaf, blind, and dumb

slaves to their freedom

consuming happiness in lunch boxes

dieting on Desperate House Wives of Reality TV

doting on children 

devouring adults in prisons not factories

lately I have become afraid that the right

will destroy my country

believing press release news stories

those poor Kuwaiti babies

I can still remember their screams

dragging us to war 

in a sea of books without pages

each one a symbol of independence

unaware that fourth graders don’t write in crayon

eating everything its given

asking always for more

glorifying busy but glamorizing health

inhaling all the oxygen

on spaceship earth.

 inspired by:

 http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/04/12/dad-furious-after-finding-this-crayon-written-paper-in-florida-4th-graders-backpack-i-am-willing-to-give-up-some-of-my-constitutional-rights/

Sub Drop (Journal Entry)

So the other night something kinda odd happened to me.  I was making out with a very nice man, who was not being very nice to me in a very good way. Needless to say I was having a good time. I like this man, heck why else would I have been there in the first place if I didn't like him. When suddenly my emotions just dropped and I was flooded with insecurities. Now, I may not be the most experienced submissive but this isn't my first rodeo either. I am still trying to figure it all out.  Why did my emotions just drop like that? I mean I am not new to sub drop, it happens. But its never happened while making out with a guy.

Bruises

I wake to purple postcards

marking the landscape 

the rolling hillside

towards the cheek

where last night a river ran

straight through my legs