BELLYSWEET GIRLS
wear summer white
without a smudge
Their hair perfectly
out of place Smelling
5 & 10 soap clean
under mascara and
a natural lipstick
Yes they still blush
when bad boyz
talk sex and touch
a piece of their any
where exposed skin
Lean against a car
fender with a wanna
be like them girlz dream
You can just feel
their cotton start
to wrinkle
AIMLESS
I drove North
in the ice-blue dusk
of October
but West
could have been as easy
Leaving
A belly full of tears
and a reason
There was no wave goodbye
or have a safe trip
No write when you get there
I had no place to go
but a need grew
with the darkness
and swelled
like road kill in July
But this is October
and it's cold
Things are beginning to die
Nature gives me
a perfect metaphor
I roll down the window
(as if indifference
didn't sting me enough)
I drive no where
Reruns play at will
I edit and rewrite
Could haves should haves
would haves
How many more miles
until day light?
EMINENT DOMAIN
In this heat
this heat of anger and jungle
tears cliche the rain
into hiding in grey clouds
The pulse of living
aches in the head of poetry
like prey awaiting its death
The sun rages in long hours
A glaring stare into cowering eyes
Flesh belies submission
Wailing its facade
swollen like cacti
Even leaves turn upward
begging
A prayer echoes in the haze
and falls ashen
under droned footsteps
that perpetuate the march
the onward homage of pagan docility
until darkness breathes relief
up through the subterranean
and eyes close
in humble servitude
SILENCE IS
A frustrated bark
strains at a neglected chain
in the cooling darkness of September
The summer is gone
Migrated
Placing solitude interruptions
in front of text books
and alarm clocks
Darkness has a sound all its own
that nothing sound
between all you detect
Almost a hiss
but more a fuzz
and emphasizes
your being alone
Your eyes open and
staring into nothing
No one
staring back
And you smell
the last time
someone cared
and it wraps
your heart
& gut together
in too tight a
rubber band
Fists
teeth
eyes
clenched
and you want to set that dog free
STAGES
His quiet love fits
my skin like silk I
hold his breath in my dreams
taste promises I don't need
Yesterday a lie bruised
my vision Left me goose
bumps and nervous
almost like a bride
Morning flies into my
drowsy bed Pushing me
into a scenario I have no
desire to complete
I reach out into darkness
I can't quite understand
Sand through my fingers
like water like air like life
SLEEPING WITH THE WINDOW OPEN
I let in the night
It's a semi on the expressway
Far enough away to be a lull
An easy hum of traffic
like a mother's lullaby
My only lullaby
My mother
always on that expressway
when the night came through my open window
This started out as a poem
about an open window
and the darkness
and some sort of calm
but my mother snuck in
(like old lovers usually do)
and spoiled my mood
Spoiled this poem
Again and again
my life
is a poem
spoiled
by a mother
who never shut my window
when the darkness came in
to get me
MY NIGHT FILLS WITH MEMORIES
My eyes are closed
but more open
than daylight promises
A song runs through my head
I know the words
I sing them to myself
The night is not as dark as it seems
I have photographs
and letters I can read
I have candles to light my vision
I have dreams
when the candles flicker
My memories become my dreams
My dreams become my memories
My life becomes a poem
and my candle
melts into smoke
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