Category: poem

• like my skin bursts away

  naked vunerability

  is the look of my hands
  as they smile down your back
  how every massage
  is a breeze
  that chills skin in awakening
  how every glimpse
  out the window. a rush
  how your eyes
  take me in
  like my skin melts away
  like my skin bursts away

  April 30, 2011

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• starting over

  scrub
  and bubbles
  burn my
  nose

  act of
  cleaning
  much like how
  this is

  girl determined
  to forget.

  April 29, 2011

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• sorry was on a date with Weiland

  sorry i missed yesterday! scored a last minute front row ticket to STP at the outdoor pavilion here in town! lovely lovely fun rock n roll good times… even if Weiland did forget a couple of words…. still love it. in honor, check this one out:

  Steam Like Weiland
  http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/04/steam-like-weiland.html   

  April 27, 2011

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• visiting the cemetary on Easter Sunday

  lush green field
  on this Sunday
  people threaded flowers
  into dirt like
  needlepoint,
  moved slowly, carefully,
  faint to leave but
  some how
  believing in
  their grand design
  though they themselves
  can’t see it.

  April 26, 2011

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• from the wine’s perspective

  wide-eyed wine glass
  sees a pair of lips pursed
  coming at it —

  tossed back, wine glass
  teeters then straightens
  its dress; one shaken stem
  smoothing tousled hair.

  April 23, 2011

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• blank again

  this is me – drawing a blank.

  http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/07/drawing-blank.html

  April 22, 2011

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• how we love to get high

  hazy lazy
  drifting
  just like a sigh in the wind
  just like a puff
  of luck out of reach
  just like those days of dreaming
  every scent
  a trip
  every scent
  so
  purposefully driven
  to oblivion

  April 20, 2011

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• the old man in me

  the old man in me
  day dreams daily

  all those around him
  witness Technicolor scenes.

  the old man in me
  putters incessantly

  crafting wood doll houses
  miniscule in detail.

  the old man in me
  worries constantly

  convinced he will stand
  and throw the dirt first.

  April 19, 2011

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• to be in love

  to be in love
  is to feel shivers
  of explosions beneath
  your eyelids
  when you close them
  to your love.

  April 19, 2011

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• fire in the apartment building

  In one instance all
  that defined your life before
  disappears to ash.

  This ash is richly
  sewn by threads, wove tight on frame –
  ready to spin gold.

  April 15, 2011

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