no ERA, prince in the wings
elegant roadkill
little dog big dog bark
sister & persistence share
more than a few letters
match starts fire
breathe it in
as hash under glass
tip the lip
open, inhale
cough gets you off
vapor cock
intentional rock, glam
rocker drop your viral load
on the wide desk top of
perpetual inner vice principal
leave a lasting stain on the
giver of youths indefinite detention
shake it off, no, really, shake it off,
save even the sperm whales
blow the damn, plug the dyke,
fall the levy, eat the placenta -
not my barbecue pit
not my mantra
slivers of sisters
rising
ashes of mothers burned
stake & steak sound the same
i get it just the same
shake it off
really
save even the sperm whales
we birthed you all
held rocked cleaned fed
you all, how's that, what's that,
oh you say, that that that
you say, you said
you told us, you feared us
you spun a web & named it
our
tastes just like apple
original sin
bow
lay
marinade
an apple a day keeps the dr away
apple pie, american pie, apple turn over
apple PC, PC people, grooms who wed
while paying brides maids less
for the same mess, same stress
plus a kid, two, or six,
her unique ability
unique to you
unbearable
original
unbearable
sin
demoted
under promoted
over under estimated
under rewarded
shhh don't say this
(yikes don't read this)
burn when you're done
stake & steak sound the same
shake it off just the same
leave a high heeled boot print
stomp hard
shed staining glitter
bam
stomp hard
a single boot
leave us this way
changed, changing, changeling
motivated, upon our mutual admiration
boots not on the ground
one single high heel
stomping on the desk
of perpetual vice principal
shake it off, shake it off ..
Friday, April 29, 2016
after winter's frozen zeal
high on the eye of Easter rabbit
low in the muck of a Colorado spring rain
a bird, even steven, eye to unfrozen eye,
tucked into left shoulder, belly to neck
plump to pulse, down to carotid,
tail dressing arm, hat tipped to cheek
grey morning grey bird grey mask grey acid grey talon grey mice grey steak grey passion never once had a chance..
Sunday, March 20, 2016
my knot fixer, my tried true sister,
not done done done, not ending
still friendly, still friend me, still
combing out knots, tightening ours,
still moving, still liberating
untying the shame, alienation,
& condemnation of our female fate,
our blamed out in the garden slate,
still inspiring release, anti policing,
acceptance peacing pleasure out
the shackles of joy, a woman's sin
more nerves per inch of sexy skin
telling we ain't askin
professing not confessing
basking at - yo sister-
gotta story to tell
yo sister -
i can help you unwind
your dread free dreds
your done got busy ass bed head -
the tales remain between us
floating in a shame free vortex
swimming in a pond the garden needs
to drink from
to nourish it's soil with
the garden needs to nurse from
our pride
our fierceness
drink from our know we good sisterhood
consciously unstained
aren't awaiting a stoning
no we getting stoned
praising loose earth
knowing, honoring,
dirt under nails
makes you
makes me
love of our love
all the love
birthing
originating
sustaining
unwinding
while knotting further
the bright yellow
sunny ecstasy promoting
no bullet no blood dripping out over the vision
version of the head of our smiley faced
sisterhood, yo sister, pass me a knot,
yo sister, pass me a tale ..
not done done done, not ending
still friendly, still friend me, still
combing out knots, tightening ours,
still moving, still liberating
untying the shame, alienation,
& condemnation of our female fate,
our blamed out in the garden slate,
still inspiring release, anti policing,
acceptance peacing pleasure out
the shackles of joy, a woman's sin
more nerves per inch of sexy skin
telling we ain't askin
professing not confessing
basking at - yo sister-
gotta story to tell
yo sister -
i can help you unwind
your dread free dreds
your done got busy ass bed head -
the tales remain between us
floating in a shame free vortex
swimming in a pond the garden needs
to drink from
to nourish it's soil with
the garden needs to nurse from
our pride
our fierceness
drink from our know we good sisterhood
consciously unstained
aren't awaiting a stoning
no we getting stoned
praising loose earth
knowing, honoring,
dirt under nails
makes you
makes me
love of our love
all the love
birthing
originating
sustaining
unwinding
while knotting further
the bright yellow
sunny ecstasy promoting
no bullet no blood dripping out over the vision
version of the head of our smiley faced
sisterhood, yo sister, pass me a knot,
yo sister, pass me a tale ..
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
ooo I'm allergic to being a dork,
ooo I'm allergic to being a ho,
ooo I'm allergic to the good shit
the bad shit,
especially the extremely bad shit,
awfully rugged, rigid, grating, strafing,
instadeflating shit -
ain't allergic to your mama,
ain't allergic to your mans
i feel blessed and unstressed frolitickin
springs slim pickins ripening on the vine
ain't you i'm allergic to, not a plague
not divine, just a bit of stardust,
which never sucks,
but of stardust, ..
butt of stardust,
ain't allergic never spastic ball not dropping
bounce unstopping, it's little stubby hand
in my hand, no arresting, no extradition,
just like a brand new addition,
my heart, my ass, in hand,
my hand, ooo I'm allergic to trees
yet this makes no sense to me,
makes no sense to me ..
Friday, January 31, 2014
told
Told later I'd been checked into the ER as a young man in distress
Told I seem like my daddy must've fucked me
Told I look like a junkie
Told I am an artist
Told I am sweet in bed
Told the world would never recognise me
Told I'm more gay then straight
Told I'm most definitely straight
Told I seem nervous
Told I was the most brave
Told I'm inspirational cus I'm positive
Told I had to be left, cus I'm so damn negative
Told to do a B
Told to suck a dick
Told to meditate
Told how to navigate the sea by stars
Told I might not be the marrying type
Told there's a rose in my heart
Told to make books
Told back in high school they called me The Shelf
Told I am a voice
Told I am a slut
Told to be quiet
Told my name is baby
Told I wasn't a slut, I was advanced
Told I was gifted with baby birds
Told never to pray for myself
Told there is no god
Told
Told to freeze
Told there's an eagle on my back
Told I was a witch
Told I shine
Told we are for holding
Told my brain waves have a mellow pattern
Told the world is ending
Told we would see each other again
Told not to come
Told my baby would be a thug
Told messes are telling
Told I am a pimp
Told the baby didn't make it
Told to submit my work
Told my eyes are so clear I must never take drugs
Told I must never tell anyone they would never understand
Told I'd probably want more tattoos because my generations fond of pain
Told I must've been mistaken when I named my first cat urethra
Told I'd had orgasms when I had not
Told to smile
Told it would just hurt for a while
Told I was magnificent that one time in the wind
Told I have the most beautiful sobriety
Told to start a revolution
Told I seem like my daddy must've fucked me
Told I look like a junkie
Told I am an artist
Told I am sweet in bed
Told the world would never recognise me
Told I'm more gay then straight
Told I'm most definitely straight
Told I seem nervous
Told I was the most brave
Told I'm inspirational cus I'm positive
Told I had to be left, cus I'm so damn negative
Told to do a B
Told to suck a dick
Told to meditate
Told how to navigate the sea by stars
Told I might not be the marrying type
Told there's a rose in my heart
Told to make books
Told back in high school they called me The Shelf
Told I am a voice
Told I am a slut
Told to be quiet
Told my name is baby
Told I wasn't a slut, I was advanced
Told I was gifted with baby birds
Told never to pray for myself
Told there is no god
Told
Told to freeze
Told there's an eagle on my back
Told I was a witch
Told I shine
Told we are for holding
Told my brain waves have a mellow pattern
Told the world is ending
Told we would see each other again
Told not to come
Told my baby would be a thug
Told messes are telling
Told I am a pimp
Told the baby didn't make it
Told to submit my work
Told my eyes are so clear I must never take drugs
Told I must never tell anyone they would never understand
Told I'd probably want more tattoos because my generations fond of pain
Told I must've been mistaken when I named my first cat urethra
Told I'd had orgasms when I had not
Told to smile
Told it would just hurt for a while
Told I was magnificent that one time in the wind
Told I have the most beautiful sobriety
Told to start a revolution
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
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