Greetings 

  

 

My words are an island 

My heart is the ocean
I’m an alien alien 
My womb is an eagle
Adorned with her feathers
I’m home again, home again
My feet are barbed wire 
My mind is the protector 
My eyes are an erotic thriller
My brain is the trailer
Where the pitchfork holds the farmer
He’s free again, free again
My tail is a peach 
Plucked from a tree
The atom pierces me, pierces me 
My breasts are a stream 
My lips are preened 
I’m an alien alien  
Transposed in your dream 
The world is on fire and I am its Queen
Perhaps you have wondered
Perhaps you have seen
The streets are foreigners 
And morning 
…is not what it seems  




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Nightscape 



I’m getting lost tonight

My eyes close to the fray
Opening in a moonlit symphony 
Where magic frolics to Bach’s play
I loved so hard 
Like when the house is built 
My love protects and surrounds
You promised to paint my walls and grow truth from faults 
I loved so hard 
You chipped the colors and slammed the door
Hands grabbing shambles
I swear to love…never again! 
While wounded blisters coat the skin
Along my window-seat
I ponder how love became an enemy
Unable to latch it down 
My imagination lifts it up 
Painting the skies 
In a far off place 
To be a portrait 
of an unwilling grave 



Posture

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Why is it so hard to be alone

So painful
Like a stinging nettle grasping my bones
Some days it collapses my frame
And ill never understand it
Instead I live with it
These traumatic incidences
That push me further outside the fences
Watching others parade around inside
Switching partners in misinformed lines
The dogs bite my wings
And I’m off flying again
To land in another meadow
Alone I stay, alone I go
Misery is not my company
Neither is happiness
I step along the stones of shifting circumstances
Isolated
Yet always waiting
For hands.