The Amber Girl
She was my sunshine girl,
full of light, flowers, and bee stings.
When I saw her in amber,
my eyes were never more opened.
She might be somewhere,
yet she is no longer in my old life.
I think of her often with a smile,
to have been the one with an amber glow by my side.
My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
Lollipops and sunshine
spinning fairy floss at the show
Barbie and Ken feels
A fandango childhood
everything unnaturally coloured
Nothing of cold reality
You begin to crumble
faced with brown, grey, & black
Sheltered for too long
The dark colours are too much
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
The dance floor
is a place of unbridled feelings
In the Livid haze
popping E’s like a 90’s heroine
touching no one
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
An insect amongst billions
such a fool
icons clouded my vision
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
Gloves of wool
a beanie with flying cats
layers of clothing
startled frost-covered grass
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.