is filled with holes
and looks like Swiss cheese
on buttered rolls

Even the moon
is planted with pocks
that stack up like
building blocks

Even the air
is blown with dust
billowing through the trees
with acrid gust

Even the flowers
are torn
all that’s left
are the leaves and
steely thorns

Even the windows
are painted grey
and stick to the frames
as flattened clay

My tears are dry
as a bone. I cried
many teardrops
that froze to my

face. They turned
to icicles and cut
as razor blades. I bled
out all the red myself

in bed. I turned
hard from the cold, as
the grass in my yard
under a blanket of

snow. I’ve dug
an impression none can
see. The sun doesn’t shine
on me. When you’re a rock

they look at you
as a mismatched sock. None
can tell I fought to grow
between the blades and bitter snow.

sits as a ton of bricks
in my chest. I can’t breathe. I gasp
for air and flap, as a fish
pulled from its cool water bath.

A broken heart
lays as a heavy sack
on my back. I’m hunched
over. And I move slow
carrying the load. Some days
I don't move at all. It hurts so,
my engines stalled.

A broken heart
weeps in the night under
the corner streetlight. It hangs
its head down as a willow tree
and cleans the sidewalk with
teardrops leaves.

a blanket of snow
it leaves me cold
so, I lay in it
spreading my arms
as angel wings
spreading my legs
as fish’s fins

The hurt is like
a pizza dough
covered in sauce
I'm lost in
garlic and onions
but I rise as I bake
til my toppings shake

The hurt is like
a hangnail toe
swollen and red
big as my head
I cover it up
in bandages
and stuff it
in my shoe
but it's turning
cobalt blue

when I’m down
and I’ll fly up
like billowing dust
in the cold bitter wind
and blow in your face
again, and again

Kick me
to the curb
and I’ll disturb
your reverie
you’ll tangle
like a fishing line
and strangle yourself
on the gold braided twine

I’ve kicked
the habit
that was you
and put myself first
leaving you behind
like a *******
with brass
and no shine

in my coffee cup
every morning
filling it up
as the sun’s dawning

I sob
in the shower
my tears blend
with the soap and water
but I can’t wash away the pain

I sob
in the rain
til my mascara runs
a black stream
over a mountain of nose
and cheeks
into a dead dream
that doesn’t speak
the same language as me

I sob
in my soup
swirling between the carrots
and noodles
hair matted to my eyes
as a miniature poodle

I sob
in my pillow
muffling the sound
of the white noise
from the broken ceiling fan
spinning around

I sob
gobs of electric blue
til I shock myself
over you

the instant I see you
on the street. I lower my face
so, our eyes don’t meet. I act as if
we are strangers, and my insides flutter
like butterflies flitting from flower
to flower. You have that power over me.

I die
in the blackness of night
shadows on the wall
my tormented dreams, I
see as real. But it
isn’t as it seems.

I die
as I stare at the picture
of you, that electric smile
and eyes sea blue. The olive skin
and ebony hair, the swing
of arms flying in the air.

I die
as a memory pops up
of the walks through
the park, you cupping my hand,
the talks we shared of
all our plans. The wind waltzing
through the trees, and the crunch of
red leaves under our feet.

kisses
the sloppy kind that drips
taste of wine
on every sip

I like those messy
beds
the kind you romp in
and flop
underneath the spread

I like those messy
desks
the kind aligned
with pictures of your kids
their works of art
and bags of chips

I like those messy
homes
that looked lived in
scattered shoes by the door
pillows from the couch
on the floor
chewed up dog toys
books thrown on the coffee table
with a cup from last night's dinner

I like those messy
clothes
the kind that are wrinkled
that you don't tuck in
or can't bend over or sit
without showing skin
without buttons or belts
the kind you can eat in
without undoing the zipper

I like those messy
Lives
that aren’t *******
neat and square
like a package in the mail

in a sky full of fire? When did
the pain turn to desire? It rains
splinters in the yard. Every broken
shard is sharpened with the axe,

and thrown back, poking holes
in their stories. They trumpet, the morning
glories in bright blue, climbing on
a twisted vine. Cutting their twine with

a searing hue in burgundy
till they bleed out their petal heads
jerkily. Smirking and mounting the steed,
riding off after planting the seed!

my breath
with words
that flew as birds in one
ear and out the other
leaving me tar and feathered
and now I’m gagged and tethered

I wasted
my days
in a haze
taken in by his lies
that stuck as flies to hanging paper
but did not taper
just swung from the trees
as a ***** breeze

I wasted
my years
weeping as the morning dew
on blades of grass
teardrop pearls that roll
building up a mountain
of snow

putty in his hands
pulled and stretched
like rubber bands

No more shall I be
crumbs on the floor
swept up and thrown out
the door

No more shall I be
on the bottom
of his list
making me feel
like I don’t exist

No more shall I be
awake at night
tossing and turning
til morning light

No more shall I be
weeping all day
with my head in my hands
under a dark cloud of grey

No more shall I be
a victim
now that I've kick'd him
to the curb

to his calendar. Every day
is filled as the layers in
a cake. No more room on
his plate.

He’s tied
to his thoughts. Just as
the blocks in a Jenga game
they stack on top in a square
frame.

He’s tied
to his cell.  It's swelled his head and
wired to his hands. He stares at it
night and day. It’s turned him
to stone/his Medusa phone.

He’s tied
to his laptop. The only fruit
you see is the apple on his screen. He touches
letters and numbers, dancing with
his fingers, lingering over pronouns,
stuck as jabbing splinters.

He’s tied
down with lies/*******
in his work. Jerking women
around. Cut the ties –
stop acting the clown!

as a grain of sand
on the shore. But you sparkle
as a diamond gem dancing around
moving feet, til you build
a castle high as the clouds
on the beach.

You’re made to feel small
as a snowflake
that falls from the cold
grey sky. But you’re taken by
a breeze and fly amongst
the trees, as a room of butterflies.

You're made to feel small
as a star shining. But mountains
look small on the horizon. And just like
the sun you'll be rising.

You're made to feel small
as a raindrop. But with every kerplop
on the ground the water pools into
crystal blue streams running through
a forest. And floating above a chorus of orioles
and woodpeckers drilling holes.

a hand
you gave me a leg
and tripped me
till I fell flat
on my face

When I needed
a shoulder
to cry on
you gave me yours –
cold
to rely on

When I needed
a mirror
to reflect my light
you smashed it in pieces
all over the floor
throwing the frame
in an empty drawer

When I needed
a friend
you were a stranger
and stranger still –
I stuck with you

from the sun. Don’t expect me
to be warm. It's cold here on earth. All
the men wear masks. They don't
ask "how do you do". I can't see
their smiles. Their bodies skew.

I’m a million miles away
in my thoughts. Don’t expect
to find me. I’m lost in a reverie of
azure skies and crystal foam seas
of aqua green. I don't like
all I've seen.

I'm a million miles away
from this place. I can't face
another day living in the shadows,
hanging as a silhouette on
the wall. The red, white, and blue
has mixed to purple. Somebody broke
the circle that joined us all.

I glisten as the full moon
shining. But inside of me
the walls have holes thick
as Swiss cheese. You can swim
through them if you please.

As I implode
my hair is chestnut
sheen. But through every strand
runs blood-******* fleas curling
their lips for a sip of my blood,
not ever getting enough.

As I implode
I stand tall as the Sears Tower
in Chicago. But all my floors
are collapsing into a thick billowing
heaps of smoke. You can swing from
the ceiling with a rope.

As I implode
I look pretty as the cherry
rose, perfume sweet -
but underneath a tunneling vole
has dug holes and destroyed
my roots. So, man pulled me out
as a rotten tooth. Stuck me in a see-through
glass. My withered petals falling fast.

As I implode
and everything around
me crashes,
so I'm the Phoenix
rising from the ashes.

into a million pieces
sides are splintered
jagged reflections
sharp and brittle
the coldest winter
whittles down the sun
walking on broken glass
the man's hands around the bat
see the wreckage of a woman
crashed
weeping ice stalagmites
trapped
reading her the last rites
over spilled perfume
sweeping the pieces up
with an electrostatic broom
you missed a crystal chip
the cherry candy lips
drips droplets of her blood
in the room you made love

dissolves soon as it hits
the sidewalk. A streak of saline
on the window runs down
as the wind blows. A river

of teardrops make a water
bed. As night passes the baton
the river turns red. Red as
the African sunset. Fast and low

as a Chevy Corvette. Weeping
as a willow. The stain on
the pillow is the shape of a butterfly.
If only it fly off taking with it

the rain, the crystal fountain
of pain. In the day it is squeezed
into cubes and freezes as bones
on the *****. Only taken out again
in the hands of drinking men.

men dribble
up
and down
tossing me
running loops
jumping through hoops

My heart’s a ball
men slap
with a paddle
across the table
over the nets
to get closer
only for them
to smack me again

My heart's a ball
men hit
rolling me
til I sink
in the same dank
dark hole
in a lull
waiting for someone
to pull me out

My heart's a ball
men make a racket
and then smack it
in the air
till I fly
over to
another guy

My Heart's a ball
men bat around
I eat the dirt
on the ground
and then
they run
after they scored
I feel
just like a *****

into roles -
the mother
poet
the seductress
an actress
the office worker
wife
friend and daughter
Some fit me
into a part
they made up –
a part they said I was
but I was not

I'm broken
into portions -
my innocence
that my parents took
my teen-age years
bullied
the working years
blending into the backdrop
the homemaking years
with a broom and dust cloth
the extramarital affairs
that made me sully
the artful
that I now dwell in

I'm broken
into pieces -
the *****
for my husband
the womb
for my children
my hands
for my boss
my heart
that I tossed
like a volleyball
back and forth
south and north

the raging river
shoot the rapids
but don’t plunger over
the waterfall
the current drives you closer
as a locomotive
bells, whistles, and all

Ride
the sand dunes
in the desert the prickly pear
cactus blooms
under the light
of the full moon
don't eat the dust
blowing as you race
an oasis awaits

Ride
the rolling hills
of emerald green
between the trees
look up at the sheen
of the azure sky
see the eagle fly
but don't lose sight
of the afterlife

Ride
the seesaw
swing up and
down
as a child
smile

as a cancer. The wet kisses -
tumors. I should have
listened to the rumors. They grew
the size of window shutters., and spread
on my hips as almond butter.

You got under my skin
as a blood clot, making this heart
drop to the floor, shattering
as you waltzed out the door.

You got under my skin
as the virus, turning me green as
my iris. My lungs filled with black
smoke, making me fall to my knees
as an axed oak.

You got under my skin
as a toxin, a venomous poison -
paralyzing me from my head to my
feet. You ate me alive, spitting out
my bones/chewed me to bits
making the bits a throne. Now as a king
you sit as a stone.

of yesterday. It’s stuck in
the plasterboards and sung
as a lost chord. I rehearse every line
at night when I can’t sleep. I can’t turn
down the volume to the sick beat.

I can’t get my head out
of the billowing clouds. I wear
my pain as a shroud. I weep
lightning rods the size of stallions. But
it's shrunk my brain down to a bulb
of a scallion.

I can’t get my head out
of the front door. It’s swelled the size
of a piano. None can know that feeding it
every day has made it grow.

I’ve split in two/the old me -
and the me after you. The old me
has splintered in shards. And the new
me now is a hardened ****.

Since you’re gone
I don’t sleep. I count all the
wrong. I don't count
sheep. Once you were warm
as the July sun. But you’ve turned
cool as a Tommy gun.

Since you’ve gone
I’m a mess. I can’t climb out
of bed or dress. I sunk
in the rays of you. Now I'm drunk
from the pain of you.

Since you’ve gone
you stink as dung on
the farmer’s lawn. Once
you were sweet as the lilac
trees/when I did not hear about
the birds and the bees.

the walls are growing thinner
every day. The starch and flour
is sour. All around me is grey. I can
poke a hole with my finger to emit

some light, as I linger in the dank.
of the night. At least a fish tank you can
see out of. I see myself as a rainbow
pinata, colorful on the outside but baked

as an enchilada. They can fill me with things -
******* Jack toys and paper rings, gumdrops
and lollipops to name a few. But it doesn't take
a lot to become unglued.

are straight
as a geometric line.
A curling rod wouldn’t
lift them.  I sift through
the day as flour in a sieve,
with lumps on top -
It's no way to live.

My lips
are stuck
together
as the valves in a clam.
I don’t talk to people.
It's the way I am.

My lips
are pale
as the cold winter's moon. I color
them red with thick cream. But it
smudges as fudge and sticks
to my dreams.

My lips
are cracked
as drywall spackle
slapped on the wall. I look
as a clown in view
of them all.

after you drop out of this life.
It carries on as a torch,
morning noon and night.
No sleep; burning blue eyes.
Weeping cinders red as a sailor's sky.

The pain doesn't stop
with time. It camouflages itself
in satin and smiles, in flurry and song
all day long/only at night does it sink
as a genie, blanketing the rage
in a ***** martini.

The pain doesn't stop
with travel or props. Flying
in the air/diamond earrings or
another hot affair. It splinters
as veneer.

The pain doesn't stop
if you tell it to. It's not a dog
you train. You can't place a leash
on it/tell it quietly to sit.

recognition
a wave, a smile
a hello "how are you"
someone to stop for a while
not heads bent down to buzzing feet
seeing flying hair
not rosy cheeks

I only want a little
company
someone to talk to
a friend to spend a sunny afternoon
looking at the chipmunk's prance
hear the robin sing and butterfly dance
but greeted with a wall of silence
walking on slim ice
no alliance

I only want a little
snuggle
not more than a cuddle
but hands on me were a shove
and drops of blood
cut with razor tongues
I don't understand
this thing called love

heart?
They call me heartless. But I’m
heart full. My pieces are shattered
as chocolate chips in a cookie batter.
I’m eaten up and swallowed. Now I’m
hollowed as a dead tree trunk. But still
standing.

What shall I do with this broken
dream?
I can’t run it down. It chases me
all over town. It’s in a cool breeze,
in the crimson leaves. It's snatched in a trickle
of a raindrop. It hides in my blind spots.

What shall I do with this broken
spirit?
It howls as the coyotes under
the pale moon. It rattles as thunder. But is
now only a teaspoon.

What shall I do with this broken
life?
I can sew it up in patches, making
a quilt. And have as a blanket, a woven
cloth of a life lost, warming me
as the frost clings to the early morning trees.

til the air jumps into your lungs
the trees of gold and crimson
are a blur and swims in your dreadlocks
your heart’s a blaring boombox

Run! Girl Run!
past the corner store
til sweat seeps from your pores
don’t look back
run wild as the wind

Run! Girl Run!
with the steam of a locomotive
the fire in your feet explosive
cut yourself from him
he's just a broken limb

Run! Girl Run!
over his lies
leaving skid marks
on his oversized ego
he's only a placebo you're taking
he's moss
shake him off

as a slate sky
caught in a v-formation
of geese flying by
storm clouds surrounding me
as I float in a breeze
of unanswered whys

I’m blue
as the midnight sea
ain't no light
at the bottom
just a dessert of organisms
and darkness fills
this square prism

I’m blue
as blueberry pie
cut into pieces
served to men
I hate
till all that’s left
are crumbs on a plate

I’m blue
as robin eggs
cracked and broken
all the life inside me flown
an empty shell
sits as a stone

‘til you crept up my stairs
and stared at me as if I was
a butterfly landing on your
knee. And you, a flea

dancing in-between the hairs
on my head. I couldn’t shed
you off. You were growing
as Jack’s beanstalk. I hadn’t talked

to a man in years. I spend
my mornings hunched over my laptop
in a straight-back chair. My lines
are flat as the honeysuckle mat

at my front door. None step on
it. It’s quicksand. It ***** you in
and pulls you down into the dirt
cellar of all my troubles. And you’re

not a bottom dweller. No, you’re
a VP. I spilled myself over you,
as if I was perfumed powder snowing
on your shoes. But you were firmly fixed

as the cement poured on my sidewalk
and a house of bricks. Solid as the old oak
standing in my yard. Your face, the moon –
your eyes the stars.

is not a rose. I cannot
water it and see it
grow. I cannot pluck it and
place it in a vase/look at
its pretty face.

My heart
is not a kitten, I can
hold in my hands, stroking it,
and have it fall
asleep with a tummy full
of cream into a velvet dream.

My heart
is not the sun. But it burns
me. I cannot
absorb the warmth of a July
day or shine in the light –
my skin is thin but still
covers it in shade.

My heart
is not an apple
I can bake into a pie
and serve it up
with ice-cream on the side.

My heart
is an itch. But I cannot
scratch it. It’s broken
in pieces. But I cannot piece them
back together.  If so, I'd bead them on a string
and wear them all as charms in a bracelet
around my arms.

a leaky faucet
a rolling drip
of stagnant water

Every day’s
a full closet
of drunk dancing skeletons
living on the premises

Every day’s
a parade of jokes
of gangrene limbs
and thick black smoke

Every day's
a masquerade
of storm clouds
covered in marmalade

Every day's
a rollerblade
on a highway to hell
an arcade of
an old witch's spell

Every day’s
Groundhog Day
an endless loop
of the same

putting you on a pedestal
wearing rose-colored glasses
as you rise like a phoenix
from my ashes

I feel stupid
wasting all the years
counting all my tears like a peddler
counts his wares
but couldn’t count on you

I feel stupid
throwing myself at you
making myself crawl
flatten as a paper doll that can’t lift off
the page

I feel stupid
exiguous as a rubber check
a speck on the gilded bed
spread out as eagle wings
clinging as hardened stool
a dusty mule

I feel stupid
sawed off at the knees
fallen as a tree
you holding the axe
I shall not splinter
I'll build a house up from this timber

as a snake
shedding its old, weathered skin
lying on the ground
dust in the wind

He left her
as a butterfly
breaking free of its chrysalis
hanging on a limb
torn and sunken in

He left her
as a baby bird
flying out of its nest
testing its wings
looking for greater things

He left her
as bathwater
sitting in the tub
after he's scrubbed
*****, cold and unloved

He left her
as a piece of paper
after it's written on
crumbled up and tossed
in the trash
in a heap of banana peels
and broken glass

the things you said
your lines were wrinkles
as an unmade bed. I felt *****
and unclean as unwashed sheets
and I slept in them as a mother hen
laying on her eggs
till they cracked
and the yolks ran out
in a yellow river

When I went over
the way we were
I was drained as the sand
in an hourglass. The more I poured
myself into you the less of me
I spilled over you as sweet perfume
now I'm an empty bottle
sitting on the dresser
covered in the dust of us

When I went over
everything I lost
you were debris blowing
in the wind
catching in my eye
making me blind
a cyclone spinning
till I crashed
and splintered
you can hang your hat
on my jagged splinters

when your day’s an empty page
and your pen runs out of ink
and it doesn’t matter
you can’t think of day without me

What’s it going to be like
when the only thing crossing your doormat
is the leaves blowing off the trees
and the only sound you hear is the wind
whistling in the air

What’s it going to be like
when it cuts you like a knife
in the middle of a dark dank night
and you can’t sleep
the sheep you're counting
are ripped apart by wolves

What’s it going to be like
when the swivel chair stands still
and the grill in your backyard turns cold
no steak's sizzling on the bone
and your phone is silent as a graveyard
but my ringtone plays in your head
like the grateful dead

What’s it going to be like
when you string the cranberries on the tree
without me threading the needle
and the turkey lost the stuffing
no apple pie baking in the oven

What's it going to be like
when the only conversations
are the men and woman on your tv
your arms only hold your pillow
the only thing that brushes your skin
is a razor blade every morning

in a suitcase
sent it out to sea
so, it wouldn’t agitate me
thought the balmy air
and palm trees make it cool
but it didn’t fool it at all

I packed my rage
in an icebox
closed it airtight
so, it set on ice
thought it chill
but still, it’s fiery hot

I packed my rage
in the attic
sealed it in a box
told it “Get lost"
but it fought to break out
and I’m faced with
the same rout

I packed my rage
in the recycling bin
along with the tin cans
and plastic bottles
to salvage
but it landed as regret
now I carry it as a debt

as a clown
with a red smile
and make-up
a trick or two
to shake up
you from feeling down

Do you wear hurt
as a cloud
grey and pouring rain
making puddles
from the pain
you splash in
take a bath in

Do you wear hurt
as a lion
roaring loudly
pouncing on unsuspected prey
digging in claws
biting with jaws into the flesh
of the day

Do you wear hurt
as a tea kettle
simmering on the stove
till the heat underneath
makes you blow off steam
and you turn leprechaun green

knocks
at your door
do you let it in
to take a seat
telling it to wipe its feet
or do you leave it outside
in the cold rain

When silence
bowls
you over
do you scream in its face
and chase it as a child
running with a net to catch
a butterfly
or do you leave it there
to die

When silence
bites
your tongue
do you swallow the blood
of a million things
that flood your head
or lay it out
as the quilt
on your grandma's bed

rose
with soft petals
smelling sweet
cuts you with razor thorns
till you bleed

The same
sun
shining brightly
in the azure sky
burns you in no time

The same
tree
growing crimson, golden leaves
and canopies all around you
detaches and grows bare
in the cold autumn air

The same
lips
spreading moist, warm kisses
mouths off to you lies
the same
arms
holding you in the night
flail at you
the same
hand
cupping a pretty face
curls into a fist
and hits you like a ton of bricks

a second
to lift up the lips into a smile
a smile
to light up someone's day
someone's day
you've made happy

It only takes
a thought
to make a plan
a plan
set into motion
to have a dream

It only takes
a hand
to plant a seed
a seed
to grow a tree
a tree
to fill a forest
a forest to become a home
to roaming animals

It only takes
a dropped cigarette
to create a spark
a spark to ignite a fire
a fire
to burn down a forest
a burned forest to ****
all the animals

an apple
round and green
hanging on the tree
you picked me
and took a bite
discarding my core
you took as you did
and didn’t want more

I once was
a tissue
soft and light
lying in a brightly colored box
nestled with the others on top
you pulled me out
wiped up the crud
leaving me stained
and useless –
a dud

I was once
a rainbow
violet, blue, red, green
orange and yellow
an arch in the azure sky
you crossed me
painting me black
and not looking back

I once was
a thought
that floated in the reverie
of a man's head
golden as the sunset
mellifluous as a song
warm as a bubble bath
till his head filled
with dates and numbers
headlines and lunch
and I was snuffed out
as a candle in the wind
my light dimmed

as the golden sun sets in
a fiery red sky relies on
the pale moon to rise. But you
covered me in shade as you
galloped off in a harried scoff
as a headless horseman.

I relied on you
as the grass does the rain
to grow, and the rose bud to
blossom. But you pelted shards
in my backyard flooding me
with flotsam till I drowned.

I relied on you
as the tide rolls into
the shore, with all the treasures
of the sea galore. But you spit out
debris, leaving me with broken
bottles that cut my feet as I walked
on the beach.

I relied on you
as the apple tree does
to bear fruit. But you were filled
with holes.

my pieces
aged and shattered
and all that mattered
was for you to hold them
in your hands
but you crushed them
as shells on the beach
and they fell –
powder at your feet

I gave you
my heart
weak and bruised
and all that mattered
was for you to place it next to yours
but it grew tattered
as a shirt in your closet
from moths
hanging on the wire in the dark
holey and sags
making red rags to dust off your seat

I gave you
my wings
battered and broken
hoping to fly again
but you cut my feathers
and scattered them
as ashes in the smoky air
blowing in the hot wind
pelting sleet in the heat

I’d give you flowering cherry
blossoms, dancing diamond lakes
and baby robins. I’d give you cornflower
skies and warm apple pie.

If I could give you a day
I’d give you honey meadows and
singing larks, stardust kisses
in the dark. I’d give you bubbling streams
and waterfalls. But that’s not all….

If I could give you a day
I'd make it a novel one, as a baby first screams
as she thrusts out her lungs, pushing out
into this world fast as a shotgun.

If I could give you a day
I’d give you today wrapped up
in silk and bows. That's all I have. I put
yesterday out with the trash. I took all I
could of it/recycled the memories that served
me/ let go of the ones that burned me.

walking around in an adult's body pained
from men and women that were put on
this earth to protect me, at the least respect
me. Black and blues fade. Scabs grow over

cuts with new skin. But the scars hid inside are
as stars in the night sky. None can see the monstrosity
of their size with only naked eyes. The growth that is
measured at school in feet and test scores ignores

the pygmies of a rose in a ****** glove. None count
the teardrops or sleepless nights, holding onto goose
feathers stuffed in a pillow. Head hung down as a weeping
willow. They'll fit you for a bra. But not fit you in their

hearts. They'll make plans for you. But you can't
plan on them. They look at you as a music box that shuts off
off when they close the lid. Then the little ballerina stops
dancing on her pole.

laughing in the snow
dancing in the rain
swirling in the wind
as a weathervane

Blue eyes
walking in the meadow
lying in a bed of purple flowers
caught in a reverie
wiling away the hours

Blue eyes
no one sees her pain
weeping in her hands
bluer than sapphires
deeper than the deep blue sea
standing in the fires of the evening

Blue eyes
no one hears her cries
as the church bells ring
out steps a wedding bride
smiling in the rain
every raindrop is a teardrop
running down her face
laughing at the crowd
she turns her back again

you follow me down
the darkest streets
through alley ways
and dusty roads –
wherever I go

you are an inky silhouette
hung on the wall –
a lighted cigarette that has *****

you are a serving attendant,
my Siamese twin. As I end -
you begin

I've wept on you as a rain shower
and screamed at you for growing in the chinks
my, wallflower

you were the only woman
with me from the beginning
and you'll be the only friend
I have till the end

we'll hold on tight and illuminate
the desert skies
eating from dust bowls
with silvery lips and painted red toes