blizzard
of
thoughts
tapeworm
of
my
soul
what
now
take
steps
the
cave
awaits
GoDogGo Cafe Writing Prompt
5 line haiku
crumbs gone
hungry blue Jays ate
moss bone dry
sun light dwindles
cast long stare
bio
when i was a child
the God’s words confused me
as it was in the beginning
so shall it be in the end
Marley’s wailers also wailed
yet it still made no sense
when i was a girl
i studied about war in the local school textbook
but saw that both famous Abrahams modes of being sat naked on the dirty modern streets no bosom to hold tight to
no log cabin to sleep in
and Mary virgin mother became an entrepreneur in bottled holy wine and bloody linen sheets
just like any old biker momma i would come to meet
when i ran away just before the legal untender age
i devoted my life to Saint N Cassady
acid tests numbed out tongues
hugging my chest to my knees
i just one spec of ash
from the forest of the streetlamps
where we all burned
from creationists angry balls
middle road i step the curb
beginning never esoteric
ending at my mother’s vault
whispering sitting on the retainer wall
perhaps in this universe
i’ve lived it all simultaneously
three Thelmas
Thelma was from Panama
a dancer in her day
came to Hollywood with glimmer in her eyes
but ended up scrubbing walls
and partying it up for pay she said
Thelma was from Washington DC
went to fancy chemistry school
came to NYC to do her thing
and we all three Thelmas
black eyes in common have we all
three Thelmas from different places
in the world cold winter rain
has become the norm
beads of soaking wet misery upon our windows
stretch and shrink and rainbows emit
no colors through the smog
failing in love
as winter whispers
candles of my eyes light up
my heart pounds for you
when will the saints
since the gases of The Breath began to stir laying star mosaic highway to my Earth i have stood here with the Mothers see our skin with every deep trench within lies a simple truth no matter how those eyes may look at it those evergreens beyond man’s streets will make their way to find me i the omnipotent Mother armored in degrees of time so tempered holding on to blades of grass and crooning birds the smiles of ghosts prophets who are strangers and now it is my time the holy Breath she comes on flames attire placing the finishing touches before i’m ushered softly silently diligently into a tomb of slumber
neon sign haiku
why the blue in you
when your starlight shines like gold
where have you gone sky
wet dream
sheets wrap what is left of me
apple wood scent fills the air California burns again and again
all organs supple still throbbing where they need to
thrilling fancies pool around my head eyes closed your face i read in the darkness of it all
lips brush tenderly drinking of my well from dark to light no one dispels the rumours that encircle you
in your hands i am burning like Califa queen arms let go no pressure felt safety net falls into hell
the grail lays on it’s broken side empty in your hands it once stood brimming with love scent intoxication down the surface of my legs
in your hands my history of civilization lips give way to carnal cries teeth gnash eyes shut tight
the comet passes through my skin truth lies in secret screams revealed
to me you’re just a dream
basura
you touched me softly
you held me to your bosom
you looked at me with the softness of a dying fawn
you whispered to me on dark nights with rainy windows
you buried your sweet face so innocently in mine when the howling winds drew near too close to your safety valve
you grew
you matured
your mind expanded
you took the bite of all forbidden
you wandered into the deserts full of twinkling lights
you wore the silks and the satins you heard the music play on mountains
like all good souls
you outgrew what we had
you had to leave and i understand that
although i wait i know you’ll never come
the sun rises and sets
i am here in judgment and in torment
i always knew in the end we were just a moment
fleeing
nine in the morning it rains there are no clouds
just a dark gray block in the sky angelic concrete
i am longing for something or someone to come
in to this rain with me
alas the freight train
she won’t come
she has never been here
nor can i see her smokestack on the horizon
and when the sun sets
the sun does set in the rain
but i can’t see it
the freight train will still have not passed me by
what would i do in that train you ask
i would get out of here
to another place
another time
another land away from the nightmares
away from the cures
at this point
this point right here
we are all mad
the disease is the Garden of Eden
i give into the garden
the garden is in the freight train
there with wood paneling
like an Irish grandmother’s home there with drinks
there with spirits
the freight train rattles and my longing evaporates
it is now nine at night
i have not slept
i have not slept
i will not sleep
the freight train
i don’t see her
she won’t come for me and my longing
the rain will not come
i was born on a rainy day
the rain she is my lover and my companion
and she also sits with me in longing for other skies
that only the freight train can give or take away
words less spoken 