Tuesday Afternoon

Tell me tomorrow about your wretched in-laws who every Christmas
buy you Scotch when you drink gin

Oh, give me a tactician’s heart –
clinical and cold,
ably blessed to see the world
a chessboard to be played.

Devilish beauty
Dear sweet sinner

I only met your face once when you
stepped on this train, and I thought
what a shame when you sat two seats up

but the beauty of you is aesthetic elixir, and
I’m t…

These days when I remember you
it’s as a bright brief shooting star.
When I am gone to atom dust
we’ll meet again, I know.

I still hear them warn
The voices from the past
Plant not the black seeds
Do and your farm won’t last

They are dead they say
The words boom ominous
Hear not what we tell
And be it ruinous

“Sing loud your song,” I said, “regardless of the critics
who may scorn it.
“Look in the mirror, love what you see.”

Some days I fear I will evaporate into nothingness
if I can’t pour something of myself
into the willing heart of another.

But oh baby,
did you make my toes curl, mmmhmm,
as you whispered pretty thoughts of making me your girl.

I’m gonna turn colors into clothing and
Cardboard into art
Gutters into gardens so
I can plant a star

I’ll make chocolate chip pancakes and nail them to trees
For all the homeless people or the squirrels…

A happy moment in my life!

She comes to me in the night
Tapping lightly at the window
Tugging firmly at my heart

I know I shouldn’t let her in
She plays on my weaknesses
She knows I can’t resist

Even though I can’t see you in the starless void
I know you’re there beside me, unafraid to make that crossing.

Lay your head down in my lap, lover,
And I will draw my fingers ’cross your brow,
Dismiss the rude distractions at the door.

A pure white lily is said to have grown from the tears of Eve as she left paradise.

And she is legion:
gentlewoman, tomboy, empress, harlot, nun and mother, scene-stealer, wallflower, beggar and thief.

I was once the half moon
Shadow curled beneath your smile
And that was enough for me.
Our roots were more than intertwined -
You were the one who protectively
Carried me in your womb.
Even nineteen years l…

you stalk my dreams –
an incubus in nothing but a loincloth –
laughing softly as you chase me

There was a decal on the rear window of the truck:

Cairns Snake Removals