cats
"what are you doing for dinner?"
he says

he calls to say this
"nothing", i say

i'm out of trout and milk

leeloo runs by with the
last small chunk of
monetrey jack

"what am i doing for dinner?"
i say

i keep meaning to ask
and it keeps slipping my mind
who's blood is all
over the back steps?
just curious

i gotta leave myself a
note
i'll get a great dinner
out of this, blood or no
and i don't care where
just to be out
among the
living

i sneeze
i sneeze
i sneeze
meow-eow

thanks chloe

i sneeze
meow-eow
i choke
meo?

the moment is lost

hank scowls
sleepy and fat
with him it's all
something
and fat

chanel #666
he calls me coco . . .
and he has no idea
we think
when we look
when we stare
like this
we think
we know
there is a bucket of assumptions on the bar
and a six pack of facades nearby
suck one down and knock the other back
shake your head and blink your eyes
and call me coco
one more time buddy
i'm lost
and you're trashed
as i sit
we think
we know
there is a pile of baggage i left in the car
and the key is on the floor between us
pick it up or kick it away
i'll turn my head and look at her

change
it comes upon you
against your fierce resistance
and pushes you down.
i crave the different
i need to see something new
bring me all your change.
change for all my men!
cried the frustrated captain
sick of his men's smell.
leaves change twice a year
reminding us we're mortal
but not too loudly.

The Choices
I anticipated death, but instead took freedom.
I compromised so long. . . and don't much,
Anymore.
You thought I wasn't good enough you thought
You were better.
Better than what?
Better than rape, maybe.
I made that choice thinking
It was the last.

Something stopped me from
Rolling over dead.
Maybe a magic dragon hovered
Right above my head.
Just long enough for me
To make the next choice.

I wasn't as unhappy as I should have been
With you.
I gave up before I saw how easily
I could have fought because
I believed I was the trash you
Loved me as.
Trash like who?
The people you know?
Maybe I accepted that idea assuming
It was right.

Something stopped me from
Rolling over dead.
And, no way was it anything you
May have said.
But it was enough to make
The right choice.

Church In New Orleans
The feeling was warmth, but not.
The voice was there, at last.

Yesterday the void was not filled,
It was executed in cold blood.

That same cold blood that filled me,
Coursed through me,

And fed me for so long.

The tears poured down, so hot.
The fears fled from me, so fast.

Yesterday I saved my soul in the Vieux Carre'
And left the scene in awe

That was inspired by the arms around me
Holding me close

Protecting me from now on.

The feeling stays, so true.
The life goes on, worthy.
Today I claim my heart as my own prize
And keep it close to me . . .
Close, but open to the love waiting
In the north
With my life.

Don't think it doesn't happen, sister.
Don't doubt for a second that
When you stop whispering the screams and
Let them out loud
You'll find yourself in the Vieux Carre'.

clever
i know what you think of yourself
i heard about it for hours
i know you have this thing you wear
it hangs on you like an aura
i know it doesn't matter to me
which took me by surprise
i know the 'real you' bores me
and keeps me at a distance
i hear what you said but
you were the gurl on my leg
the one who said i was beautiful
but couldn't place my name
i know what you want me to think
i'm okay with the paradox
i'm not sure i'm the one you need
i have some things to do
i'd like to see what you really are
or what you like to present
i'm just not sure you're quite as cute
as i'd like for you to be

Collage Poem
The dark walls of my sanctuary
Begin to glow, to come to life as
I light the candles one by one.
Slowly the corners start to gleam
In the soft warm light as the polished
Metal is caught where it hangs.
Heady scent of leather begins to
Overwhelm as the room warms and
Sighs a mournful welcome to me.
The slaves that have passed through here . . .
I could not choose a most beloved as they
All have made my life complete.

Comfortable Dream
she said she had a
comfortable dream
warm dark womb
pockets of adventure
sense of lucidity
and her words came to stay
and they romped through my brain
until i slept
and there she was
leading me through the warm dark rooms
showing me comfort
making me smile
and the images have stayed
in the shocking glare of the day

Corporate Training
Could these women just shut up?
They have no clue as it is,
So why not talk through this
Monotonous instruction?
One day of work wasted,
Can't we be quiet and enjoy it?
You may need to know this
In case there's no one to blow
In upper management when
Review time comes.
Am I an overachiever
Taking note in my corner?
It's all about getting paid
After you pay your dues.
I can do that it's no big deal.
So I can laugh and laugh
Ten years from now,
While you listen, terrified,
To your biological clock
Ticking away your worth.
Maybe you should have just
Shut the fuck up.

cyber magnetic poetry #1
so above our pink kiss
bare beneath gorgeous crush
leave her mad hello behind you
delicious ache after this sweet void
no truer need would burn essential
blue forest girl, rip away
whisper through the frantic rain
raw urge
cool knife
less light