Monday, April 27, 2015


Notes from a Queen to a King...

There is ice in my veins
When I think of you
No warmth remains
When your name is uttered

You’ve slaughtered the hand
That once fed you
You have desecrated the land
That we both were built on

What a gift it would be
To have never met you
What a tranquil sea
I would set sail on

You committed the sin
When lies took you over
You did anything to win
But you’ve lost in the long run

Be off with you
With your arrogance and presumption
Join the fray
Full of righteousness and dysfunction

Hold your head high
Among the weary drones of consumption
Elect yourself Monarch
Full of pretentiousness and corruption

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Neon Girls

Crescent moons
Stuck on velvet nights
Matching the marks
Of noble zebras
And neon girls

with nods to Miss Fiona Apple