The pretty ones Spreading wings for paparazzi Bedazzled bed parts Vying for cheap significance which is safer than risking failure at being loved for who we are The emptiness stuffed with Sephora Bingeing Too Faced Innersense Tarte Drunk Elephants need First Aid Beauty because Earth's Nectar is drowning in Urban Decay Free People! and yet…Read more On Lookers
poetry
Solar Power
A shadow-bird flutters in the diaphragm's cup Shallow breaths and seed bites shrinking wingspan Darkens the path of possibilities With predatory punishments, threats I dare you don't you dare Counter-act producing proof until the half-assed will rebukes itself into compassionate action Here's the kicker Ignite the junker or rust in the garden Behead the beast…Read more Solar Power
Shine
Beaded threads of watery light They’re said to be messengers of afterlife She’d dawn if you hold on Grasping scattered miles wrapped carelessly in an old towel on The front seat Front Street Of a you Hauling painful past regrets through toll booths of payment due Which can never be repaid The sherif come With…Read more Shine
Fly
I'll open the windows of heaven for you and pour down an overflowing blessing.—Malachi 3:10 Is it God, Opening a window? Is it being in the Vortex? Ego plucking, shame shucking, Lord hear our prayer. Is it highlights and glamour shots, making snazzy business cards? Eggshell no Ivory no Matte no White, right? Is it…Read more Fly
Pry
Homesick for unopened boxes packed in a rush before the next storm would surely come Covering roads leading out, preferably, permanently south It's been cold here too long Like their hair in old pictures I didn't mind the recurring memory of him pushing her head through the wall until hearing confirmation that it hadn't been…Read more Pry
Perennial Passion
Every year The memory comes Of bloodshed, death and rebirth The long drive from here to there Where eyes bore warnings for untold miles of required silence against protest, planked boards and fallen angels who tromped alongside him as he walked towards predestined ruin She spewed truth like afterbirth From his speared side Man alive!…Read more Perennial Passion
Forty
Aches and a universal rule Perpetual acceptance The welcome mat across the threshold of the universe Greeting, meeting each new day with a yes and know Grace, like the unconditional love from a dog, a god whose perrienial acceptance, freshly joins us in each new moment You're here! You're here! Be here now with me…Read more Forty
