06-29 Damages

I clipped the rose petals off,
while exclaiming about their smell,
smashing their orange-tinged perfume into the cement,
with my unkempt dancing feet,
remarking on the unparalleled beauty of
form, function,
poise, and purpose
continuing to gush idly in
bouquets of gratitude and gratuity,
isn't he beautiful,
while in horror,
you raised an eyebrow,
crossed your legs,
and sighed,
and thanked
the blue sky above,
I forgot to sharpen the blades.

06-28 Damn You Robert.

to where it bent in the undergrowth,
the path less traveled,
etched blueberry stretch marks,
on my stomach and pits,
bit the bluegrass tweedling mosquito between my toes,
shattered my overgrown knees with hoary ice picks,
grew needles swift and thin through my spruce-ed up nose,
seared butter and flour blind into my eyes,
screamed a cursing baying cayenne into my ears,
scalded the tongue with vodka, garlic, and banjo fried,
but left my heart,
to the feasting, howling, pack-crazed hunger,
of the never-evening, somewhat summer,
always winter, lonesome, yellow wild eyed,
cry.

06-27 Maybe

Maybe you falter,
maybe you miss a step,
maybe you skip a beat,
maybe you were meant too...

twist
and turn,
death in one hand,
life in the other,
heart on the waist,
song on the shoulder,

Maybe,
this is why
they call it dancing.

Maybe,
this is why I wear the blindfold...

so I falter,
so I miss a step,
so I skip a beat,
and there,
in the twist,
and turn,
court
death in one hand,
life in the other,
place
my heart on your waist,
my song on your shoulder,
and dance..

the wind into the night,
twisting, turning,
the wind into the dawn,
twisting, turning,
the wind,

into your arms
death in one hand,
life in the other,
heart on the waist,
song on my shoulder,

twisting, turning.

06-26 love poem?

Do you think,
he can smell,
the bitter wild of
the pine trees
in my underarms,
beneath the freshly
caked anti-perspirent
of cement, fresh baked bread,
and exhaust,
leftover from where I rolled,
in the fenced,
dog park,
near my salmon pink house?

06-25 Bitch Slap

I might just bitch slap myself today.
Why?
because I can,
because someone should,
and I won't let you,
I have authority issues,
so thank you,
I'll do it myself,
no really,
I insist,
Now that I've gone mad,
I'm comfortable,
and
well aware,
of the kay-kay,
in my crazy,
and the proper,
five-second dosage,
of delivered sanity,
needed to sober,
up the sweet-jesus,
oh my god,
of my soul,
that ran around the corner,
like a school girl,
in second grade,
and is still running,

(pause)

yep,

wait,

oh f,

maybe you should do the honors?
I'm blushing too much.

06-24 Blackberry Bruises

Have you walked across town in high-heeled boots
carrying a crate of blackberries and raspberries,
in a lavender striped, button down,
skinny-jeaned, fedora, rain,
dripping, sweating,
hot mess,
of a
sexed
up
non-
hipster?

6-23 what the wish heard

I'm told when I close my eyes,
I should know what I want-
when I make a wish,

but all I hear,

is the white falling noise,
of summer rain,
pouring outside the kitchen window,

the cautious heavy breathing,
of my lungs on automatic,
filling up with air,

the heart panting,
running,
between the raindrops,
to stay dry,

the mind,
whistling the wind,
in the tall spruce hollows,
of another,

winter.