Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Lunes
My ship is coming in.
I hope it
doesn't soak me this time.
--
MODERN WOMAN
Your hand on my back
tells me that
you might fall in love.
--
HARD-HEARTED
The force of his love
lingered on
her skin till it bruised
Friday, June 25, 2010
The meaning of bruised
Oh, you're gonna be my wound
Oh, you're gonna bruise too
Oh, I'm gonna be your bruise
~"The Word of Your Body" from Spring Awakening
BRUISED
Hips against hips
Until hips can't feel
Lips upon lips
Until lips start to peel
Ego over ego
Until one ego slips
Heart to heart
Until one heart rips
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Mean-ings
beat her
but he
meaned
Mama plenty.
He had a
tongue like
a whip,
a loud crack
that could
catch you
by the ankle
and trip-topple
you like a tower.
One good
snap and she
wouldn't walk
straight for days,
the weight of
his temper
slung on
her shoulders
till she slouched
to the floor.
Daddy never
beat her
but he
meaned
Mama dead.
The poison pool
I'm barraged by toxins
everywhere I turn
you assault me
with a pretty face
or as a tasty treat
and I reach for you
knowing you're the
poison apple that
made Snow White fall
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
MEAN
(average) and mean (cruel). This little Laterne is all I've come up
with. Hopefully it's enough to get out of my head, so I can move on.
MEAN
so
average
was her life
it seemed
almost cruel
The meaning of mashed potatoes
lumpy bumpy
bowls of
smashed spuds
tickle my tongue
and make me smile
THE MEANING OF MATING AND DATING
means "I'd do him"
one night, no harm done, we'll have a good time
"I'll call you"
means "don't call me"
you're crazy, this ain't happening, please lose my number
"It's not you, it's me"
means "it's definitely you"
too much effort, not worth my time, I'm trying to be nice
"I need some time"
means "away from you"
you're sucking ... the life ... right out of me
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I'll PASS
when you've got the flu
when molasses-like mucus
oozes unnaturally from your nose
and you're stuck at home
nosing through half-read books
that you once flew through
until you got sick and words began
oozing together like the mucus
infestation you're trying to forget about
STICKY SITUATIONS
like gum
on my sole
stuttering
my footsteps
into an un-
even stocatto
into the rhythm
of a life without
him
STUCK
in the center
of my cerebellum
lies a stupid little diddy
that I heard on the radio
this morning
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
CRASHING DOWN
she was gone
a burning comet
crashing out of
his orbit and
out of his life
No longer would
she hover like
a satellite, pushed
and pulled by the
atmosphere of his
moods and mania
He would trample
her love with
those god damn
cloddhoppers of his
and let another
woman make him
her whole world