Night: My Mistress

Come to me,
she beckons
effervescently.

Let my wild, dark curves
lead you in
- silently, longingly.

While my bright white
fluorescent lights blind
you into submission.

Come to me,
dancing wildly,
bobbing and weaving

this way - now that.
Just one more drink,
I’ll guide you home

under a blanket of gentle
stars with ruthless clouds
as pillows for your weary head.

Electric Pink

Crepe drapes of sunshine
fall about my legs,
and they worship me.

A vast expanse,
a golden ring,
a heartfelt “I love you.”

He promised me
- he promised me
He wouldn’t fall so
f

a
s
t.

A Test In Reality

I catch shooting stars with my tongue
as I tolerate the blue balloon
drifting farther from my grasp,
teasing with elusive dreams.

The hen that follows after me
refuses to speak truth
despite my lame-laced attempts
to teach it.

I’ve succeeded in powdering my nose
nearing five and some-half times
with the ax that weighs
shamelessly at my side.

The bright red foxes squirming
in my quart berry basket
peer holes in me with their
coal-black eyes

silently questioning
as I casually make a meal of
the silver bullets in my
lint-strewn pockets.

This fire that I breathe
suffocates me slowly
while I struggle to thread this tail
through a slit in my corduroy pants.


*Another of my assignments from last semester...if you're really interested in how I came to this, feel free to ask.

She Is:

wrapped in a night blue sky,
swathed in the colors of the ripest plums.

Velvet chestnut drapes
glint in the sun -
grace upon her shoulders.

Miniature metallic hula hoops
dangle from ears hidden away,
as safety creeps about her neck.

Her shoes: as slightly scuffed as
the miles of ground they’ve
softly stepped upon.

While tendrils of anemones reach skyward
from ponds of skin
on a sea of denim.


*This was an assignment from a Creative Writing class I took last semester. I had to describe one of my classmates. I left her name out of this draft.

Spring Twilight

Sleek silver swans of summer
slide slowly downwards
gracing emerald swords:

peacefully,
quietly,
playfully.

Onwards they glide,
tracing crimson scars
amongst the concrete jungle.

Finding no serene silent paradise,
these phosphorescent, luminescent
gods of wonder travel on.

Castaway

I wash ashore
pulled down
in waves.
Dripping deliciously
soaked words
like foam from
sea-swept lips.

Fingers and limbs
like anemone tendrils,
grasping sand that only
falls through empty
spaces like pearls.