a happy poem

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i shall recite for you
a happy poem
with lines bursting like iridescent bubbles
on the tips of four year old noses
i shall
spin it full of sweetness
so its words melt on tongues
a big fat pink sugary poem
a fresh baked warm and chewy poem
with rainbow sprinkles
whipped cream
and a cherry on top

i shall write you a poem
with scented glitter pens
and hearts that dot the i's
draw curlicues in the margins
dip my paintbrush in rainbows
and paint a butterfly border
to give this poem some wings

and oh! how this poem will fly!

lifting spirits and smiles
like dappled dawn
peeking through
pillowed clouds
that hug peaks
of snow-capped ice castle mountains

i'll sing this poem
give it a sing-song tone
make it a
"ring around the rosies
pocket full of posies" poem

(that forgets how we all fall down)

it will
grab your arms
and spin you
dizzy legs and heads
laughing in a blanket of wildflowers
summer heat
hugging lips and limbs
leaving skin
sticky and glistening

and when your lids begin to flutter
this poem will flutter, too
turning laughter into
tender whispers
and wrapping you in its wings

because sometimes you just need a happy poem
no matter how contrived it seems


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today i will hate you
my words
will grow sharp claws
to tear at your eyes
they will
adopt the shrill shriek of the banshee
"mothafucker come get yo shit"

(please don't leave)

my voice
will reach inside of you
pulling up weaknesses
to fling at your feet
i will hate you today
inside outside
backwards and through
until you question
you don't hate yourself

(i love you)

at some point
i will lose myself again
the I, redefined,
so many times
that I defy me.aning
exchanging cloaks for capes
masks for makeup
skin from
lines of plays
whose parts i know so well
on stage
without an audience

(this is me)

and then,
like dawn,
i will break
as does the sun
through clouds
following a stormy night
i will wrap you with all the light
i have within
give of myself
until you want for nothing
because you will hold the answers
and i will hold your hand
and we will be caught in the dance
once again

(until the weather turns)

please heed these words
remember i have warned you
from the beginning
i will bare my soul
before i bare my skin
and loving me will always be a risk

because scales don't tip,
they topple
and you will be
just another passenger
on a derailed train

but if,
in spite of this,
you can see the truth
when i offer lies
the me
hiding beneath
an ever-changing disguise
then yes,
i think just maybe
we can work it out

she, in three stages.

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a wilted marionette
head bowed
arms extended
bending hands downwards at 90 degree angles
blood-red lipstick
on a black and white checkered floor.

a broken cinderella
in a tattered ballgown
rusty dagger at the waist
to carve tears
from the corners of glassy eyes
flight of the bumble bee
played in fast forward
while calloused feet
keep the tempo.

a girl
jumping into and out of skin
reflections in the mirror
like fractured promises
of what never was
and what shall come to pass
fist to glass
the lone act of defiance
weak hands can provide
when fairy tales are shattered
and she is left alone.

a lesson in discordance

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you, my darling,
you are undoubtedly,
hands down,
the most beautiful man
i have ever seen.

skin so smooth like
cafe au lait
i want to drink you
you beautiful man, you,
spillin confidence all on the floor
when you enter the room
wide smile,
eyes like twin oceans
arms chiseled perfectly
pulling me into a lazy slow dance
just because its 3 in the afternoon
and you like the song
on the radio

yes, boy, you move me
your serenades while i shower
passionate debates that make you jump around the room
up and down
couch to floor
because what you have to say is

and you write too?
really, darling,
sometimes i need a wake-up call
to remind me you arent perfection.


a wake-up call that comes around 11
because you are a sad and scared drunk
and i know everything you wouldnt dare tell another
i am the guardian of your secrets
i see what the crowd never sees
all swagger and ego in the ring
reduced to shadow-boxing nightmares
when reality is just too much to escape

so like a good shepherd
i flock to you
wrap your vulnerability in my arms
while you sleep
curled like a baby, fists and eyes clenched, teeth grinding

this song is on repeat.


i awaken to you
cooking breakfast
scrambling eggs and
frying turkey bacon
the other you is back
asking why i keep leaving
and won't i please just stay
because you neeeeeeeeed me

i say sure
lying through my smile
that i will never allow myself to love you

the last thing i need
is another

i was trying to write a poem
but you interrupted my creative process
fuschia make-up bag the size of my carry-on
beginning with the eyes
golden shimmer to the brow
cocoa on the lid
kohl smudged perfectly along the lash line
continue the process with the left
travel-sized bottle of make up remover
clear the canvas, repeat until symmetrical

i was trying to write this poem
but you've pulled out the mascara pen
your own version of the artist at work
the lashes,
two times
each side;
first liquid,
then powder
add some of that bronzer
to 'achieve a natural glow'

i was trying to write a damn poem
trying to create something
but you've started on the lips
line, apply, gloss, dab
line, apply, gloss, dab
kiss the paper

30 minutes later
i'm still trying to write a poem
while you
have written yourself
into an entirely new face

and really honey, its not that deep.


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voodoo in his eyes,
and my temple at his feet.
bayou quicksand love.

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