Tangle

There are several scarfs laying on my lawn chair  

They are tangled between the plastic arm rests

Intertwined with the pastel poppies surrounding it  

Maybe later today it will be a different color  

I will hope to God it hasn't changed  

That bloody sky likes to crawl its way into eardrums and fireplaces  

We are clapping our hands 

An applause to the necks who have stolen my scarfs 

Encore!  

'We'd love another show' 

Says the ruby sky

Soft like my scarfs

I Am So Lonely

Flare

There is a flare in my new sweater  
I bought it for you, but kept it for me  
You left before I could give it to you  


The fabric doesn't like to admit its faulty strength  
To hold together two arm lengths of wool is a big job  
I suppose its buttons are tired as well  


I hate the flare in your sweater  
You only wear it because I gave it to you  
Because you loved me that much

Charge

I am not afraid of you  
Your red leathered fingernails  
I will charge at you  
Like a bull with horns so much greater than a tusk 
I will burst into you  
Like a kiss with no end and a bite with no pause  
I will tear you apart 
You stand there as if the last time we touched you were sleeping  
As if the last time you fucked me, I was dreaming 
I am not afraid of you  
Because I will charge into you
I promise Oh, I promise you will not forget me  
Because I am not afraid of you  
You took so much out of me that the freckles that were once so dark are now fading  
And my arms that were once so strong are weakening  
I am not afraid of you  
I will plant my hooves into this ground 
And whip the flies off my back with my bristled hair  
I am not afraid of you

East Cleveland

With every unprepared pot hole, her skirt was lifted further
Just enough for your winter lips to swallow her whole

I am writing this at red lights
A pause between lines
For me to drop the cement ball of my tired right foot
On the worn plastic which controls this night

Another octave higher, her lungs have filled with a graceful sort of lust
I do not feel my hands on this steering wheel
The open windows have invited the draft of her below zero moans

The silver Chrysler mini-van in front of me  has a dragging tail pipe
While the 6 foot 2 seventeen year old high school drop out is pushed against the fence
His pockets stuffed with the dirty hands of strangers younger than him
Another kick in the groin for their failed findings

The two of you never noticed
Your hands cupping the pockets of air which lie between you and her
A syrup laced liquid, so sweet to your taste

There are ripped 'for sale' signs
One after another
The boarded doors of the Baptist church on the left are whispering the sermon last preached

I am smoking now, at 9:25 PM
There are  fumes coming  from the empty bus on my right
They are now hiding between the  strands of my broken hair

You haven't stopped kissing her
A sequel to last nights events for the two of you
Its been 107 minutes
I will bring you both home now
In the empty city of cold noses and warm hearts 

Revolt

Burning bras, lipstick on our faces

We are the women that men have suffocated since the snake enticed her to bite the apple

We are the women who you have been warned about

With bruises beneath our knees

So much elbow grease

We are the women who raised the flag before it flew

Bloody knuckles, beer breath

Building the tables at which our babies eat

We are the women you’d never think we could be

Coward

I am a coward to your charm 

You have a hold over women like me 

You chain breaking, neck biting bitch

I only hate you

Because I want you

You only left me 

Because I wouldn't

I am such a coward to your charm  

Fragrance

You are sweet 

Your honeyed touch and cinnamon hair 

You are so sweet 

And soft 

People like you 

With a mango tongue 

And peppered skin 

You have apricot eyes

Alarm

If it is loud 

It is for a reason 

If it close

It is because you put it there

If it rings

You should stop it 

Because you need to wake up

Wake up 

You have a meeting 

You have school 

You need to see her 

She needs to see you 

Call your mother 

Call your son 

Set the alarm 

Do not forget 

Do not forget 

To set the alarm 

Everyone is alarmed 

Pills

White and orange 

And blue 

Green sometimes 

With a line in the middle

Letters and numbers

Pills are little people that swim inside your throat when you wash them down with water

Pills are little people that swim inside your brain when you wash them down with wine

Pills are little people with lines down the middle of them

One Word

I found this website called OneWord

It's where you click "go" and you're given a word and 60 seconds to write about it- yes you are timed.
It's super cool, I advise anyone who likes to write to check it out ( :

OneWord.com

Winter

Winter is so quiet
There are cool hazelnut colored streets
A cold mocha colored sand beneath the struggling tires of the 5pm commuters
I'm only a seventeen year old with a flowered print scarf and bitten fingernails
There is plenty of me that is artificial
Are you a whole hearted natural human ?

Sometimes when I drive while it's snowing

I put a blanket over everything but the flakes
It's fucking eerie,
I don't do it on purpose, my mind, my mind, my mind

Sitting still inside while the cocaine sky gets the front lawn high
I sometimes see it all move
The tiles surrounding the fire place,
The magazines on the coffee table
I think it's 'cause of all the acid I used to do
Quiet, fucking winter
Get loud, and get cold

Untitled

Two wings there are, jointly make a pair
One sits so gracefully on her neck-
Which turns with such a mechanical pull
To reach her shoulder: a kiss from her own lips

On the small of her back, where there is a dip in her arch-
The feathered twin to her neck's accessory
She sees how its bone: a protuberance-
What an enchanting secret!

Solicitous on his windowpane
At his bewildered beat:
Bound to his chest with a pulse so sweet
A hyacinth pale his paltry face

She sees how tired he has grown
A musky haze-
So forgetful at his brown desk
Of brindled envelopes and checks

Veiled as a pureness
Untouched and unblended feathered spawn
Of a greater white bellied bird: he never knew
She took off in that copper colored air

Where The Weeds Grow Like Sins

I have unfinished business
Unfinished business with the gardens
Oh, such rich gardens
Of the wide range of scary,
Scary people with mean, mean faces
But with warm, warm hearts
And big, big hands

I have unfinished business
Where the weeds grow like sins
Beneath the ether,
Far, far beneath the ether
And there is a stop sign in this garden
And it reads off so many beautiful stories
You don't have to read them
You will feel them
You will feel them

There I stand reciting every story
To the big handed people
With cold faces and warm, warm hearts
With them they carry mugs
In their big, big hands
They sip the mystery liquid

I don't ask questions
I just read stories
From the stop sign in the garden
Where the weeds grow like sins
I have unfinished business

I came here to give
To give all of that I have
And they say the more you give the less you love,
And the less you love the more you know

I come from the stones and the rocks
Where the sky and the rivers never stop
It is there where I was born
On the petal of a rose kissed by a thorn

I grew to be quite a lady
I lived and cried every day
But that's okay, yes that's okay
I'm just here to give to hate and forgive

Because I have unfinished business with cold hearts and big hands
Where the weeds grow like sins