P.M. Behind your eyes is a forest: Fresh air, cool water running, Leaf filtered sunlight, Moss, ferns, mushrooms, Decaying logs. Eyelash curling coy around your hazel tree eyes. It is dark, cold, damp and I have no compass. Under the old leaves are shoots, and beetles. Footsteps around and around, who else is in this … Continue reading Another Poem from the Past (while I work on my philosophy essay)
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More Poetry from a Dusty File
Mess I am a mess inside my head, ideas roam about like cattle chased by dogs and men. Constant fear and fullness Hold the world near to me. My voice stops at my mouth, held british tight no weakness. Pour spirits thru my teeth, my very own sweet mouth, will weaken, face redden, eyes … Continue reading More Poetry from a Dusty File
Bart – A cat remembered in poetry
Orange Miracle - Conceived by a girl cat, amber eyes and wild, and a rough sick male with blood on his nails. I was midwife to your mother Big fat orange boy. You came from nowhere and exist for no reason. And yet you lie on my couch now, a six hundred dollar bandage on … Continue reading Bart – A cat remembered in poetry
Found: Old Poetry
Crazy Kate My sister, sweet soul, deer doe eyed beauty. Vain selfish fancy- Full lovely girl. You always laugh until you cry. I wish you were still, All there. Black moth on the fridge, Fluttering and fragile, blown in by the storm, Stark against the antiseptic white. Shivering, giggling, Pissing on … Continue reading Found: Old Poetry
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 