Scar Tissue

I.

Only when I am alone at night on my roof & staring at the city lights-

Do I de-compact thoughts-

 they try to find a way-

A reincarnation of words

 and full breaths

II.

 I can’t help but try to find his glowing orange spot of the street light-

I stare at a sparkling, luminous landscape of my past.

-And I think about falling in love wounded
 and how maybe how I should fly this time instead of fall

III.

Thinking about scar tissue.

Scar tissue can dull sensation.

If this occurs, please ask our health care provider about Metaphysical Therapy

If you have no health care provider, well, then- you’re just fucked aren’t you?

IV.

Scar tissue shows you’re not afraid to get hurt,

Because getting hurt means living life,

And there’s a million ways life can break your heart,

 but, scars have stories.

…and lets face it-

I love a good story.

Delicate Darkness

(There is) a delicate darkness
Like lace, thick & complicated
It's roots stretch & wind deep
Like tentacles searching for life
Layered & old like age rings on an old oak

It is a voluptuous darkness within me
It is sound, rhythm, & cacophony
Paint, charcoal, & ash
Percussive combustion of fuchsia & vermilion
Splatter like wax

Breathy quivering notes
Brush a pale cloud of opalescence.
I fling my arms open
Throwing raspy low vibrations
That languidly smear smiles on a sanguin(ary) red earth.

Volare

I am a glass bird
with wings made of eggshells,
whispers,
and tattered,
soft pieces
of human heart.

This moment

This moment..

A clear cold night the sky has truth & an unassuming moon

The east bay is a delicate necklace of lights draped over dark water

From up here I see a city I love, a city I’ve had illusions about,

I try to see his house in the landscape of small colored squares but

This song makes me feel inflated, I feel dark & light I feel magic & winter

I feel forest & fire and the icy chill of the blue night air gone fragile on my cheek,

And all the while,

We were steady going under…

Afterglow

I want to be your muse

Let me be the goddess you use-

Shake what you know 

I can change how you see and react to the light that refracts off and falls across bare collar bones-

   Out of Darkness I will rise (again) &inspire, like the promise of my name held on your caught breath-desire. 

It is not your gaze which illuminates me but your gaze that experiences my illumination.  

 I am a bed of silk & velvet roses,

 the color of a sunset on fire-

 dripping  in gold 

Thorns that bleed deep purple

I Smell of ancient wisdom curling softly and disappearing like smoke 

I want to sing you notes that make you remember autumn. 

When I Hum, you will be coated- close your eyes and drift to the flow of thick warm honey taking you away. 

Lost- in my eyes 

 until I blink & my lashes are weighted by droplets, not of Onyx but of Gold-they escape, splashing to the ground at my feet. 

Epiphany # 63

Most of my epiphanies, and breakdowns happen in the same locations; the bathroom, and the kitchen.

Inbetween

I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate;And if my incantations can't work, break them down to single words that make no sense; And if individual letters have no meaning, then the space between A and Z could be a life time; And if the life between A and Z has no space -we can not breathe; And a life will not work- a spell cannot work without a gentle breath that passes through soft pink parted lips.



Inspired by Amiri Baraka