Category Archives: February Era (III)
So Cal Lunar
I earnestly Miss the moon As it was more Commonly called Luna in So Cal skies How it looked new As a dialated pupil And when it was full So jeweled and bold Waxing demelting Waning and fading But now I can’t See it anymore In cloudy, rainy Washington Skies still have A great allureContinue reading “So Cal Lunar”
Farm
Uncomforable Victories phyrric Position is calm Until it isn’t When bearings fly By automatic fire Running through mud And plastic With boots and Cleet It’s tense and Bleak Surrounded With no retreat Then silence Falls Muscles relax And we speedload What time we have We can’t be sure Waiting or Flanking Crouched and Listening ForContinue reading “Farm”
Twenty Teeth
It’s a Washed up Lever locking Skeletal Mechanism Bent at the teeth And thick Along its shape What it opened: Worth little In comparison To the value Of a symbol Of what it’d Seen What acts it Had to play And who held it To lock and unlock Something To somewhere In what scene ItContinue reading “Twenty Teeth”
McKenna
McKenna I think that’s how Your name is spelled I knew you as a clone A reminder Of someone I once knew Yet there were subtle Differences Your hair was blue The original’s was red I wanted to go on a date With you Mustered the courage To go up and ask I was trulyContinue reading “McKenna”
Music in the Car
My music’s not for you As I roll my window down And turn the volume up I don’t want to hear you Whining while I’m happy While I’m driving My music’s not meant For you
Miserable Witch
I’m a bitch I’m a lich Or a miserable Witch Existential Spiritual Malicious Little bitch Who’s got a twitch In the wrist Who can curse you If I wish With a stroke Of my hand Yes I can Though it isn’t Really magic You wouldn’t Understand ‘Cause I’m a bitch I’m a lich Or aContinue reading “Miserable Witch”
To My Left
I almost wanted To take a picture Of you Wanted to ask But I thought It might be rude
Bric-A-Brac
All my sentiments Have prices and Item numbers Everything can Come down to Dollars And cents Every trinket On my shelf Every memory Of every day At least If you see it That way
Lady Cali’s Bones
There’s a special kind of Cold that’ll brush across Your face With slender fingers And painted nails It’ll feel so sweet yet so Welcoming Like when you leave the window In your bedroom open And the night invites Itself in While you’re undercover Under covers Disguised as someone Who should be sleeping Yet a thrallContinue reading “Lady Cali’s Bones”
Consume Reality! 