hair arrives in odd places increasingly invisible outside the house checking if there are regrets
Children won’t be born of me
was I ever put on this Earth for them? I decided no, a long time ago.
useless to a one-track-minded society my last egg dances away
Lollipop love notes
loving everyone in the haze dancing in the pit
Peace, love and
something akin to the rapture overtakes you
The dance floor
is a place of unbridled feelings constrained often
In the Livid haze
popping E’s like a 90’s heroine touching no one
Forest music plays as soft falling rain A pirouette between the trees Dancing to the sound of forest music A glimpse A vision of elegance, a dream of her
You convinced them that the sky is Rufous
Worshipping you from the chairs the messiah has come to save our souls A rapture turns the crowd wild the holy spirit dances through the believers violent fictions turn into reality Blood on the dance floor under a Rufous sky
the heartstrings play a new melody or an old melody on different strings
The desire won’t wait,
yet the deep winter night holds stories and mysteries
such matters were never my own By design
An insect amongst billions
such a fool icons clouded my vision Soon
Lust Red Lips
Cigarettes and sex
human emotions in wax, oil and pigment pouty supple lips
A new slogan
the make-up department bathes in magical icing wild for the new line
Envy Green Greed Gold Pride Magenta Wrath Indigo Gluttony Orange Sloth Yellow
All the containers
we discard as we discard the humans we love Unloved, no longer useful Sad and alone in landfill
The wild dying leaves
Contemplating the ending Departing Autumn
Lunch with the Dying Leaves
Gloves of wool
a beanie with flying cats layers of clothing
startled frost-covered grass breath shapes
The Winter dawn
Persimmon and soft blue layers many birds sing
coffee smells mix with the dawn rolling on the frost
The Bee and the Rose
The Bee buzzes in the warm sun,
many flowers are blooming .
The Bumblebee Sun feels Springy,
longing to feel the roses.
Beautiful pink blooms are many,
a special one is beckoning.
Diving into pink, bum to the heavens,
rubbing wildly within the petals.
Bursting with the desire to be lazy,
sleeping within the soft pink.