Friday, December 2, 2016


No one sings of her sorrow
No one sings of her face
The one that used to turn heads
The heads of the poor boys
The heads of the crowd
The crowd of the music
Playing out loud

Her perfume is hope
Now laden with tears
A dash of sadness
With a slight splash of fear

She sings with her sad eyes
With her lips lined in red
She tries to remember
And then tries to forget

No one sings of her being
No one sings of her name
The girl is no longer here
Here in the future
The future of gray
Gray fades to darkness
And darkness to gray

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Election Day

Applause Applause
We finally have a President
With honesty and a cause


There's a man in the House
Who taunts and teases
His greatest achievement
Is second only to that of Jesus
First the Bible
Then The Art of the Deal
Nothing beats that
Unless you get a free book with every meal
Though he might not know his Corinthians
He's sure it deals with True Americans
Keep those dirty huddled masses
Yearning to be free
No Vacancies here
Unless I can grab your puss..bushy tree

Jesus was an immigrant
With no visa to stay
No right to be there
No ability to pay
Jesus should be rounded up
Based on your own definition
Kicked out
Thrown out
And sent back to his Mission
Better pack up JC
In the back of the van
Employ your circlejerks to show him
The only way they can
Off to the races
Stick close to the fences
(Did you steal those sandals
I have no doubt
Can't trust you people
Always sneaking around)

You shouldn't be poor, you know
(no more)
Don't come around here no more
(no more no more no more no more)

Walls are built to hold those out
Walls are built to hold those in
Does it really matter in the end
If the door swung out or in?

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Mind Ditty


I lost my mind 2 years ago
I haven't found it yet
I searched within the cupboards
I dug beneath the bed

It seems my mind is hiding
I can't seem to track it down
It wasn't such a brilliant mind
But I'm sad that it's left town

Friday, September 30, 2016


I live between a dash
Couched between dates
Nothing but a calculation

Of days

Saturday, July 9, 2016



I have a crush
His words are like magic
His expression doesn't change
He waltzes in and out of rooms
Leaving emptiness in his wake

I have a crush
I have not met him
And I'm certain I never will
For to break the glass of perfection
Would be the breaking of the spell


I never liked summer.
It made my brain explode
With judgmental light
Of two faced prisms

Never Broken

I never thought I would be so broken to accept the truth of this life.

The Idiot

The Idiot

Do you see that you might be
An idiot
One who pretends
One who mimics
Do you understand that you're a clown
String on a string
You think that makes you special
That makes you human
Try as you might
You dance as they tell you to.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016


It's amazing
I kill off everything
Trying to ignore the good

That seek to be
Within the forest

On land and sea

That don’t care about
Their foliage


I kill off everything

That is good

I’ve lost my true empathy
I cannot flourish
I ignore the fact
I have been there

It's amazing
I kill off everything
Trying to ignore the good

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Not a Poem

There's no poem  here.

Poems speak of
Poems speak of

See? There's no poem here.

Any love I might have found
Disappeared in the air
Like a moth
Only I wasn't his light

Well, it runs deep
But who doesn't have hurt
Show me that soul, and I'll sell you a bridge

Well, that's an interesting subject
I lost my keys
So yes, that's the most I'll discuss loss, thank you very much

I'm not despairng-ish
Or shaming-like
I swear I feel happiness all the time
I'm the spokeswoman for smiles
My smile is ultra-white

There are no problems in here
Everything is so perfect, it almost hurts
It is, what's the word?

Yes. I am living the magical life
Dancing in my blue dress
Made of chiffon and dreams
Swooning as I'm swept off my feet

I told you.

There's no poem here.

It's just my magical life
The one I was promised
I'm followed by stars
They are so bright

They illuminate my skin
While I sing to my birds
It's amazing really
How dreams come true

Why can't they see it?
Those pesky men in white?
Always flitting about with pill filled plastic cups
I have my own potions, thank you very much


There's no poem here.

Image: Star Breather LainyArt Etsy

Saturday, April 30, 2016


The songs that were left for me
Drowned me
I couldn't believe
That I was there
I was seen by you

Today is different
I swallowed
Not with belief
But with unknown
False crowns


They say
They cry
They have no desire
If you tell the truth
Or lie

Send me your sinners
I ask for your patriarchs
Your matriarchs
Those who 
Pay and allow to be monarchs

I cry

For my my absolution
Is gone 
My crying crowns
Has left me
To tell the truth 
To tell the lies
No matter
I've drown

Sunday, April 24, 2016

My Own Skin

My head is burning through the clouds
It smells like tumble weeds and faintly crowds
I miss the day that I could have met you
You tried to know the truth but I just... wouldn't let you

I wish I could have saved your soul
I wish I could have saved the world
I knew what was happeinging then
But I just saved... by own skin

With a turn to my left shoulder
I saw a sun that shouldn't be there
I hung my head and prayed
To some unknown soldier
To please, let me live

I don't deserve to live
I don't have faith to die
I need that something
I have always tried to hide

In the Sand

Cross cutting dunes
And feet
And flops
And drops
Ice and cubes
A spilled water
Or two
Recorded in the sand

A dropped tear in the sand

Leaving a lonely hole
Quickly gone
The feet
And flops
Having walked over
Any spilled water
Or teardrops
No longer even in the sand

That funny thing about sand

It hides your tears and fears and worry
No one can see you sweat
No one can track you fury
It's hidden in the sand

Fly By Night

Fly By Night

You can dive with the
The Dragonflies

You can swim with the
The Fireflies

You can dip with the
Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the
The Alibis
Your days have left me
But not Scared

With the darkness
But Prepared

Your love is not something
That needs to be

I loved you
With a longing

You can dive with the
The Dragonflies

You can swim with the
The Fireflies

You can dip with the
Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the
The Alibis


Bazooka Jack

Welcome to the world

A job
A cracker jack in a box

Those who look for the funny
Those who sit for the money

Welcome to the world

You're a person looking

Shaking the box 
to see
A prize that's meant to be

Gum Gum
Gum begets gum

Bazooka Joe
A prize up for the money
Hard chews set up for the money 

No one can Bazooka that
No one can Cracker Jack that

You try to find the why but you see
There's no crack and jack now

Monday, April 18, 2016


My light has gone
There's nothing left
I try
I'm always the joke

Who cares how you feel
They make you a joke anyway
Who cares  how you feel
You always make a joke anyway

I tried to 
Be what I couldn't be
But I thought I could
There's no reason
To even try

I tried to be a someone
But there's no hope in that
I tried to be a no one
But that too fell flat

Friday, April 15, 2016

Old Foe

Ah my old foe
I see you've returned
I knew that one day
You'd reappear
From nowhere
And make your way here

You never quite left
Your presence still hung
Like a specter
Who needs to
Return to
The place that it knew

Did I welcome you in
Did I leave the door open
Were you somehow invited
By a simple sigh, unspoken

A gesture perhaps
That gave you a sign
Just waiting for the moment
To re-invade my mind

Do I think too much
Is it simple to see
Am I the specter
That continues to reappear
From nowhere
Making my way here

So it seems now
Why was I so blind
My ghost is my penance
Of my own making
My soul taking
Sanity breaking

My old foe

Thursday, April 14, 2016


I float
Gazing at the night
Feeling the drift
And waves

Porcelain walls
Beautiful stars
With careful ridges
Lovely edges
Smooth curve

Beautiful petals
Like ink
Of warm

Head bowed
Beautiful fingers
Of pink
And lovely
Tiny petals

Of sagging

Friday, April 8, 2016


I woke up with sand in my eye
Funny how it feels
Like a silly tear in my eye
Formed by sadness and despair
By nightmares
By careless
Whispers in the dark

That side of the bed is cold
Still warmer than it had been
While you were here
Impersonating a soul
Your poetic mournful cry
For regrets
Because it made you feel alive

But that silly sand in your eye
Was just enough
To look like a truthful tear in your eye
Feigning sadness and despair
You spoke of Kerouac and Poe
Your perfect soul men
And you.  Masquerading as a mime


Wednesday, April 6, 2016


I said goodbye to him
He said
"it's not you, it's me
I am unable to love, 
Believe me.

I would if I could
You’d be perfect for me
This isn't a made up moment
I swear"

"I'm not for you, you deserve so much
I would only hold you back
It's not you, it's me
With deepest sincerity"

He silently told me
To leave him the fuck alone
Pretty pretty please.

He hung his head in mocking sorrow
Which hurt more than his words
A drooping figure
Who acts the part
Like a man shot through the heart
A man who pretends to have a heart

What a wicked way to pretend
He mastered a wicked way to pretend

Dipping his poison pen in a well
He somehow managed to feel and tell
Overcoming his grief that almost did him in
He managed to find a way to begin

With a story that "hurt" his soul to the end
A story that was all pretend

He received all the accolades one can get 
In a place that isn't worth its place in sweat
He reveled in his holy tomb
A place of self-importance
A sorcerer's room

What a wicked wicked way to pretend
When a forger writes of regrets
What a wicked wicked way to be 
When hubris and shame have not yet met 


Wednesday, March 30, 2016


The drooping eyelids
The not quite sallow skin
The half smile in a souless grin

The unhealthy breath
The thinning hair
The burden
Of life to bear

The downs are written
Upon her face
The joys are hidden in the gloom

The sadness in her eyes
Just doom

Each step forward
Reveals a past
Not welcome
But still received

Longing for forward
Belonging to the past
For hope
As a flower to a weed

Saturday, March 5, 2016


  -  12:01 AM

A wisewoman once told me
Spring is for the dead
Flowers burst
When life went dry
When bulbs went dry
Then they bloomed
But don't be fooled
They're still
For the dead

Friday, January 22, 2016



I try hard to find the best
In all I am witness to
I glory in my friend’s good fortune
And tend to wallow in my solitude

I ache with all my feelings
I love with my open heart
I try to hide my crumbling face
So as not to fall apart

Saturday, January 2, 2016



How obvious
I color within the lines
I am bound by the size
of the boxes
they give to me
I fill them just so
I yearn to fill the empty
with colors and rainbows
in the end they just cover me
with x's and o's.