Friday, November 4, 2011

Ode to this wild heart

Ode to this wild heart
that flies too high
and falls too hard
both far too fast
ode to this thing that beats within me
and fills even my words with blood
this thing.
this thing
that won't quiet.
Ode to each beat
and thud that goes on caged in my chest.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

you are suppose to be good
and sometimes you are
(like Romeo's cotton boxers)
but sometimes you are so vast that I grow dizzy
sometimes you are lines that stretch out too far.
you are an empty page
that leaves my little heart broken and quiet.
you are walls that haven't been explored or claimed.
White, you make me curl up in loneliness
and I know that others have named you
the color of innocence
but to me innocence is Red and Blue and every other wild color.
and people call you purity
but you are cold to me, White,
you are cold to me.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Zelda & I Got Wings

I've put all my little things
my grandmothers teapot
my grandfathers chairs
into a little room
with a little key
where they will curl up close to each other
and get cozy.
I've wrapped up my measuring cups in paper
and stuffed them amongst a box of
clothes that I never wear
and decorative pillows
and carried them upstairs to that little room.
I've piled them high
and set myself free
for a spell.
They are all in a little room
warm and together
and I am in a big big world
a suitcase and my cat.

Monday, May 9, 2011


A an atrocious display of ass kissing.
B beastly, brutal, barbaric. just add beer.
C corrupt. like our government.
D destructive. like a whirlwind. like Dennis the Menace.
E envious. don't be. it's ugly.
F foul; not the bird. flatulence, it smells.
G Gary is Grotesque. he shows qualities of both gluttony and greed.
H that hideous thing, she is a horrible hair-puller.
I impolite. like its that hard to say please.
J jaded means that you don't believe in fairies anymore and that is sad.
K you say kinky like its a bad thing?
L lazy & loud is a good way to also be lonesome throughout life.
M materialistic. welcome to beverly hills.
N nancy was a nasty nose-picker.
O obnoxious. like the way her offensive voice bounced off the walls.
P he wasn't like poison. he was poison.
Q quarrelsome. like spoiled young children. like politicians.
R rude, rotten, repulsive.
S spoiled makes you selfish. it always makes others want to drown you.
T tyrant. remember, we left king george for a reason.
U unclean. uncouth. uncool.
V vulgar. be a lady. be a gentleman
W wasteful. just recycle; reuse.
X oh X! you are just rude all by yourself. you contrary ass.
Y yellow-belly (that one is just fun to say).
Z zombie. wake up. open your eyes.
if i cry
if i laugh
so hard that i piss myself
both for no
substantial reason
all that it means
is that i am

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Ode to Red

I could liken you, of course, to blood
like on the days that we would
butcher chickens as red would fly
and feathers and sometimes the chickens themselves
or when I was little and scrapped my knee
or the time that they had to sew my finger back on.
But Red, that makes you sound so ruthless
especially when you sit peacefully
in my kitchen on a beautiful platter--little cupcakes
with white frosting
or the round little pillow with the button in the middle
that is on my bed that I too am on
or his lips when he is hungry for me.

Red, I know you to be the walls in
the room where my piano stood and the tall shelves
that held all of those books
that I grew up reading
and Red, you are my favorite coat
and my sexiest lingerie.

We are told that you are roses
but you are a million other little flowers as well.
You can be dangerous little berries
that stop the heart (also red)
but I've discovered you in a market in Tokyo
on a terribly rainy day in the sweetest strawberries
I've ever had.

Red, you can be rosy cheeks and laughter.
When I think of grizzly hugs, aside from grizzlies, I think of you.
Needless to say Red, we have given you Love.

I paint my toenails up in you
my lips too, that have so much to say
and sometimes nothing to say at all.

Red, we are told that you are passion
but they won't come out and say that you are an animal
wild and hungry
and they won't say how sometimes you can be soft
and sometimes even quiet,
all they can remember is your fire
like the time the neighbors house burst
into flames and the red truck came to hose it out
and all of their water-damaged, smoke-scented belonging that meant
to them was brought out into the front lawn
or they remember the fire of the red shoes which meant "come and get me!"

But I know you Red
because, don't forget that I am an animal too
and we've got a bit of it all
don't we?

Monday, March 28, 2011

you sit.
you sit quietly and contemplate.
you wonder what other people put into their minds
when they sit quietly.
that person...
that person must have a poignant thought
now and then.
you tell yourself that some small miracle is happening within them
you promise your heart
that their heart is full
of secrets
of love
of all the little things that go into pockets
and books
and quiet corners.
You tell yourself that they are full of fire
and at anytime may explode like champagne
or combust like tnt
because they must have that within them
they must!