8.27.10

feeling the stretch of
my legs, my muscles reaching
skimming just above

haikus for love, please
for world peace, cancer cure
all things beautiful

8.09.10

you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach

thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)

at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless

i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special

i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?

4.22.10

should true love reveal
who you are, or do you have
to already know?

me: an old rag: torn
you: a Reinhardt: ultimate
canvas, or just flat?

Ad Reinhardt and one of his pieces

for Earth Day, I'd like
Mother Earth to envelope
me and let me rest

4.20.2010

boom!
i'm at maximum
potential: will i explode
or implode? unknown!

smash!
i want to break rare
fragile, expensive things;
but not your sweet heart

voila!
so i showed you my
dark corners spaces faces;
do you still want me?

peek!
biking in skirts gives
all the bland passerbys a
glimpse of something more

4.08.10

there's no room for me
in your overcrowded mind
[cue graceful exit]

10.29.10

i'm off haikus for the time being. mama's got a new pair of shoes.

I felt

I felt the apocalyptic pull of your body
and the cavernous space within your heart
I heard the echo as I flung my love in.

I felt monstrous in my desire to consume you,
Tendons, blood, brains, heart,
To boil your parts in a witches' brew.

I felt the blood rush to my face when our eyes met.
Not once, not twice: every time.
I touched your hot skin and wanted you with every preposition:
(beneath, beside, on top of, within) me.

I felt starved for you, always hungry, always growling.
I craved to have you at every meal.
I would have sneaked bites of you in between.

I felt myself becoming someone else,
a blend of romance novel cliche and neurotic crazy
Hairs on my neck always standing at attention.

I felt half eaten and bruised.
Before you I was a juicy peach, yet to be bitten.
As our legs intertwined, I believed, so were our fates.

I felt like a physicist attempting to refold the fabric of time and space.
Finding the equation that would make a circle become a square,
Trying to make nothing become what it is not.

I fell(t) down;
I struggled to get back up.

3.23.10

sorry, it's taken
a seat; an auction item
"sold", written in bold

yes, he's my lover
but the potential for us
falling in love? errr