A Few Minor Instants

In gems they lay.
Spherical experiences,
a buoyant event.
A sermonized recipient,
a flirtatious eye dancer,
and a cautious cactus pie.

A Miracle is like a Mirage or a Myriad of Imperfect Circles

Think of my mystery that I leave.
I give away less then what you believe.

Clumps of dirt are squirming,
perhaps they are filled with
maggots.
They will break loose,
crawl toward your sleeping body
encased in plastic wrap.
All but your head is covered.
The maggots love to feast on eyeballs.

I Forgot that I Deserve a Pontoon Party on the Thames River

If you will,
if it please the court,
if I may,
I begin.

I would like to sing again.
Not a soul to listen to my voice.
I shall sing anyways.
I will take my invisible guests
for a night on the Thames.
I shant hurt a fly.

The way I have been treated
is irreversible.
Complaining is irresistible
yet not a soul listens to my voice.
So a night on the Thames will be
splendid full of food and vodka.

My way is the lonely way.
Out on the highway,
numerous accidents.
Out on a river is a serene event.
Let my voice spread it's wings
and harpsichords thrill at the end.

If you have eyes,
if you care for words,
if you live in dreams,
That is where I begin again.

I am the Woman, You are the Road

Within an alternate universe,
Bernard thought of a verse
so precise and clean
like that of a dove
freshly drowned
in the waters of
a pond.
But on the opposite end
of an envelope,
a girl is licking her lips.
Bernard tries to not sway his thoughts
from the locking of the door
and the walk down the street
to the convenient store.
He must concentrate.
What if he says hello
to the wrong person?
What if that person returns
his greeting?

At this time, he stands on his heels.
Keys rattling in his loosely formed fist.
He feels too sick.

The girl snapped the rubber band
Her hand travels all over him
and her other hand.....
her other hand covers his mouth
so he does not screech.
Clementines do not mix with limes.

This is the day he had dreaded of
the most. Today is that day
to worry the most.

Black smoke smudges the
musky atmosphere  of the compact
apartment building stairs littered with
condoms and broken toys.
He is carried away and shoved into
a trunk of a vehicle.

Men laid out the road
as paths for freedoms
taken for granted.
Bernard looses his
battles and today
no one ever knows
how cheaply he ever
lived to pass the days
away till death arrived
in a most obscence and
unexpected way.
The police force and
investigative team
concluded, "He was
asking for trouble."

I Cannot Forget That I Am A Girl

When I douse my clothes in
lighter fluid, I second guess my
chances of being looked at again
and again. The make-up is gone,
not a curling iron or blow dryer in sight.
I rarely comb my hair, for it puts up a fight.
All I want to do is leave womanhood to
the women that plan to give birth.
I loose control of the real me
and what society makes gender roles
to be perceived.
Though I am a girl, I disagree with
many of the "girly" traits and mannerisms.
I want to be me without a label.
Disregard my sparkly jewels,
pink shirts, and friendly smile...

Candle Floating, Ghostly Owl

~Girly dress up game~

I Freed the Delivery of Basket Weaving

It is late at night,
a saddening intercourse
locks my eyebrows and what
is that breeze about my my wrists.
I will cut them if I have no choice.