Oh, give me a tactician’s heart –
clinical and cold,
ably blessed to see the world
a chessboard to be played.
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
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.
And she is legion:
gentlewoman, tomboy, empress, harlot, nun and mother, scene-stealer, wallflower, beggar and thief.
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
She gathered up her sickle knife,
her pouch of herbs, her bell,
her wand of divination,
a cord to bind the spell.
Sharply throbbing, all the purplegold
to the sound of one heart beating.
I had no child anymore;
you never made to gift me well,
but on that day you brought me these,
all stained with blues and cream and pink.