Wednesday, June 30, 2010



My ship is coming in.
I hope it
doesn't soak me this time.



Your hand on my back
tells me that
you might fall in love.



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 wounded
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


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

Daddy never
beat her
but he
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
Mama dead.

The poison pool

Listening in on a webinar about environmental toxins, which I learned a lot about while working at a beauty magazine. They're in cosmetics, shampoo, soap, pharmaceuticals (of course) . . . they're EVERYWHERE! So interesting.

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


Stuck on this kick, trying to work out a play on words with 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.


was her life
it seemed
almost cruel

The meaning of mashed potatoes

a post-lunch thought

lumpy bumpy
bowls of
smashed spuds
tickle my tongue
and make me smile


"He's cute"
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


Time passes like molasses
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


He sticks
like gum
on my sole
my footsteps

into an un-
even stocatto

into the rhythm
of a life without



Smack dab
in the center
of my cerebellum
lies a stupid little diddy
that I heard on the radio
this morning

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


And in a flash
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


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