Tantrum

“I’m over it!
I’m through!
Done! Kaput!”

We fume, and we fester
we rave…rant and
stand up on soapboxes

we call our friends
paint the town red
and shout at passerby’s

we pull our hair
make putty of our face
and pound walls

we kick anything available
throw dishes or cups
and stomp like a child

we blame the sky
scream every profanity
and yell till we turn blue, and…

s i l e n c e

we then breathe
at first quickly and then--
slower as our blood cools

And then we realize
Just how much that outburst
Drained us…of… us

Broken Ideas, Broken Intent

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle This was my assignment this time around. 1st Draft. I'm kind of a little proud of it. I'll tighten it later.

you are just beginning to live
as if those words meant something
broken ideas, with broken intent
yet we expect miracles from them.
in our dreams we run and sing
we are just beginning to live
chasing shadows, causing mayhem
but that is just only the icing
broken ideas, with broken intent
with your eyes closed counting to ten
I shuffle around in my spot, waiting
I’m just beginning to live
lights blare and shouts of men
with my head on my arms resting
broken ideas, with broken intent
running by those eyes that condemn
without a care snickering
we are beginning to live
broken ideas, without broken intent

S'Mores

Fire fire burning bright
Casting shadows with its light
Dancing sparks escaping plight
Climbing smokestacks upon this night

Marshmallows turn, change from white
Brown and toast, oh just right
Spread on crackers, spread so tight
And the chocolate melts on sight

Masterpiece

Everything about you is perfect.
Your hair, eyes, that impish smile,
those ears that wiggle…when you do.
Your skin, flawless and glowing;
at least you are to me.
Your voice takes my breath away
even the simplest sigh can
knock me back ten paces.
Your laugh is my favorite soundtrack
that I can listen to hours on end.
When you are excited it’s like Christmas
in your eyes, sparkling shining,
the only thing missing is the bow.
You move with grace, magical
like a dance that only you know.
For you are my masterpiece
and I made you so.

-God

TGIF

Eight to five
Meeting after lunch
Take this memo
I need copies

Driving in traffic
Grande drip please
Yes with room,
No pastry today

Order the supplies
When is Fedex
Rush this please
I need auth!

Where’s my confirmation
Is mail here?
Need this ASAP
Get that call!

Dress down Friday
Oh thank god
I’m leaving early
Happy hour anyone?

Fairy Tears

Averie looks around her. Irritated she flutters almost iridescent wings, lifting her small body off the blood soaked ground. She kicks the earlobe angrily almost dislodging her balance in midair, causing her to get even more irritated. Well at least this one died upright, I had a huge problem with the last… She grabs her knife and plunges it hilt deep into the corpse. Fueled with fairy magic it elongates inside the body and cuts through bones and other body matter like butter. Once she reaches the area of where she started she removes her knife. Once more she plunges again, but this time in the middle of the area she cut, and flaps backwards in attempts to get the section out. Come… on…how can you be so difficult when you are dead! Her teeth gritting, eyes shut in concentration. The section of flesh moves slightly and slowly.

At long last it drops onto the ground, and not too much longer so does Averie exhausted. Her small chest heaving in bouts of breathing, she looks at her hands and winces. Her tiny pearled hands, so delicate to be able to add dew before sunrise on flowers and leaves, able to craft such intricate illusions to fool those humans; drenched in blood. Pools of blood form as if runs from her fingers filling the palms, slowly overflowing down her arms distressing her delicate dress of gold and green. Averie’s shoulders shake as her hands begin to tremble, the stream of tears dripping down her doll face. This was not her first kill, yet at the same time the pain hurts just as much each time. She takes a deep breath and sighs. Taking her bloodstained hands and wiping them along the man’s clothes, she looks at him fondly.

“I’m sorry, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wish it could be otherwise.”

Sitting on a nearby rock Averie reminisces about this man… Ethan. He was a human, one of the last few remaining in the decrepit world. She remembers first seeing him walking in what used to be a meadow field. The only reminent of the field was the bleak barreness of the open space. Averie was sitting on this same rock when she heard the sound of scuffling feet. Curious she flew over to inspect this man. Ethan was walking with his hands in his brown jacket, humming some familiar tune. Without warning he begins singing…

“Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.”

Averie stops at the wondrous sound, literally everything stops moving, and then she started falling. “Oh!” she says as she regains composure and balance as well as the use of her wings. He stops and looks around, hearing her. She quickly zips behind some nearby rocks.

“Who’s there?” Ethan asks. “Anyone there? I heard you. Come out, I won’t hurt you.”

Averie takes a breath and peers around the corner of the rock she is hiding behind. Ethan smiles as he sees her.

“Come on out. I won’t hurt you.” He holds out his hand as if he is coaxing a small faun from hiding, not moving, barely breathing, blue eyes shining excitedly through his wisps of his sandy hair.

Averie ducks back behind the rock, then in one quick motion zooms out and dances around Ethan. He laughs, a hearty chuckle, turning his head in attempts to watch her. She giggles as he begins spinning around in place. “What… are you?” At that Averie stops in front of his face so that his eyes can orient on her. Smoothing her sage dress which stops mid thigh, showing her slender sylph-like legs, her bell sleeves intricately decorated with gold lacing like a spider’s web. Her wings are shaped like a dragonfly’s, two on top and two on the bottom, very transparent and shimmering with every color of the rainbow.

“You are beautiful. Do you have a name?”

“Averie” she twitters her response. “I’m a fairy.”

“Well you look like a princess. I’m pleased to meet your acquaintance.” With that Ethan backs up and bows low for her, which causes Averie to blush.

“I like you Ethan. You are very polite… for a human.”

“Thank you Lady Averie, from a human.” His slight smirk causes her to blush yet again. Averie straightens her head, sniffing around.

“Something wrong?”

“Oh nothing, Ethan. Please wait here, I will be right back.” Without another word she flies away. Following her nose she spots the source, a slavering goblin hobbling towards where she left Ethan.

“What… do you want, Srumk!” she accuses, hands on hips eyes glaring at the goblin.”

Srumk looks up at her with annoyance. “I smell a human. You know of the bounty.”
“Well you can think again, he’s my human, I already marked him so you can back off!”

“Oh really! Well fairy… do the job then. I personally don’t think you can. You fairies are such flitty creatures, finding a human, falling in love, and being all ‘lovey-dovey’ it’s enough to make a succubus sick!”

“Excuse me! How dare your arrogance goblin! I’ll do the job, don’t you worry!”

“Good because once you screw up, I’ll be watching. And the bounty will be mine!” Averie glares once more at Srumk in hatred before turning away and flying back to Ethan. I guess I have no choice now… he is so nice too.

“Ethan? Are you there?”

“Lady Averie! Yes I’m here!”

“Good! Can I ask you a favor? Can you sing that song again for me it was so beautiful.”

“Of course my milady.” Ethan closes his eyes as he smiles remembering the song and the images of the green meadows, and towering trees in which he first heard the song, sang to him by his father. A tear escapes his eyes as he envisions his father bathed in light from the sun, it was a gorgeous sight. He starts singing “Oh Shenandoah” once more.

“Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you
Away, I'm bound away--.”

Averie glances upwards towards the dismal sky. Dark and foreboding like hell unfurled its gates from the sky. Already the sounds of foragers are forming; they all can smell the fresh blood. Srumk rumbles up behind her.

“I didn’t think you could go through with it fairy.”

“Shut-up goblin and get out of here, lest I do the same for you.”

Nothing is uglier than a goblin smiling. The closest thing is a fairy crying…

The Past

This is my first attempt at a Sonnet. I used the Shakespeare version of 3 quads and a couplet for the 14 lines. the only thing I could think of was the quote "The past is the past... no one cares." which came at me from the speaker at my church. Enjoy!

The story is fresh within my mind
The pen arches and flourishes with life
As it dances across the destined lines
Pursuing the tale, like a hound after a fox.

Each instance vivid in colors, bursting
Into images, a movie on big screen
The actors are flawless, each line
Presented as emotional perfection

The audience cries when needed, laughs
Appreciatively, their hearts fill
With the tale like it was theirs to own
Yet they only paid for admission.

To what does it matter, does it
Invigorate. The Past is the Past.

Moving Day

Inspired by Judy T.

I hate moving shelves
they are shaped funny.
Boxes I can stand,
at least they are square.
I can move drawers,
those are fine.
I love moving furniture
because of how easy
it slides on carpet;
If you lay it flat.
Even trying to figure
out which way to turn it,
is amusing, like a puzzle.
packing isn't too fun,
mostly because I don't
know where things are
supposed to go.
Unpacking is great.
Just stick everything
in the garage.
Moving day,
great...I have to move too.

Childplay

Prompt
Character: Raven Sorceress
Image: A dark granite cliff, winds whipping around stirring even the heaviest from their deepest slumbers.

(Note: Shannon is pronounced Sh-ae-nen”

The doors slam as Coreena marches into the throne room. “Shannon! Shannon answer me! None of this trickery! Shannon!” she calls hysterically rushing throughout. Her long black dress whips around the deserted suits of armor standing guard, each to his own pillar. “Damn it… where have you gone?”

Coreena reaches for her fan adorned with countless black raven feathers from behind her. She picks two longingly and kisses them with her black lips. “Huginn, Muninn. Come to your mistress.” She then tosses the two feathers into the air. The feathers glow white and burst into two ravens. They both land on each of Coreena’s bare white shoulders, Huginn on the left, Muninn on the right. “Find him for me, my loves. Search high and wide.” They both nestle against Coreena’s neck longingly before taking off, strongly and silently, their bright black orb eyes intent on their target.

Sighing Coreena seats herself on the throne, her pale white hand propping up her face under her pointed chin, as she blows the dark brown wisps of hair out of her pearl white eyes in annoyance. She leans against the throne diagonally, her nymph-like legs exposed from underneath the dark dress as she moves, crossing her ankles right over left relaxed.

Coreena straightens abruptly and looks around. Seeing no one around, she stretches her torso and adjusts the slightly slipping black leather corset. Finishing up the ritual she takes out her fan again. Plucking yet another feather, she returns the fan to her back, and focuses back to the feather. Closing her hands around the black feather carefully without crushing it, she chants an ancient language too soft to be heard. Her hair whips back from her face as it is illumed by white relics framing her eyebrows. As grandly as they appear they disappear leaving her hands glowing with white power. The light fades and she opens her hands, revealing a small circular mirror. Gracefully smiling at it, Coreena holds it up, fixes her hair, her makeup and finalizing her lips. Pleased with herself she lets the mirror and accessories disappear, a loud wearisome ‘rawk’ sounds the air.

Coreena turns to see both Huginn and Muninn’s glazed expressions watching her. She stifles a blush. “You didn’t see anything!” If ravens could look exasperated, they were indeed. Clearing her throat, Coreena changes the subject. “Did you find anything?” Both ravens ruffle their feathers and shake their heads. “I thought so… alright follow me.” Coreena gets up from the throne with as much dignity as she can muster, she grandly strides back out of the throne room and out of the castle. The ravens swoop after her and take to the castle walls as Coreena thinks of where else to go.

Rawk! Coreena looks up to see Muninn dart downwards towards her carrying a long white flight feather. “Figures…ok where to Muninn.” The raven takes off towards the castle again and disappears. “What in the world…” Coreena stops to call for Huginn. “Huginn, stay with me, you can lead me to Muninn.” Huginn obediently lands on her left should and she starts briskly moving towards where Muninn disappeared. A surge of power trembles through Coreena as she wanders closer and closer to the disappearing point. “Ready Huginn? Let’s go!” The raven nods, its eyes bright and confident.

Coreena steps through only to be assaulted by a blast of wind that nearly tears Huginn from her shoulder. Grabbing the raven, ignoring the irritated sounds its making she tucks it underneath her arm for protection. “Sorry about this Huginn.” As she plucks a feather and transforms it into a long hooded robe. Huginn squawks in alarm and annoyance. “What?!? We need to keep covered and you’d be tossed aside. We are so not having this conversation, we have to find Muninn!” Corenna looks up to see a dark foreboding granite cliff. She can see the winds whipping around, so raucous that it could stir even the heaviest giants from their deepest slumbers. At least she hoped there weren’t giants.

“Well this is getting a bit dangerous. We can’t go into that like is. Stay under my robe, I’m going to have to create a shield. No, I won’t be taking your feathers, so you can calm down.” Corenna take her robe and tucks Huginn into it leaving a small space for his yellow beak to peer out. Clearing her mind she takes out her fan again. Closing her eyes, with both hands holding the fan, she begins to hum an eerie melody. The wind seems to slow down to a crawl but Coreena doesn’t notice. Her hands start glowing with white, and she opens her eyes and the fan in one motion. The markings on her face appear just as abruptly and her eyebrows below them are furrowed in concentration. Her mouth opens and the melody turns into a song as Coreena dances around with her fan. Using circular motions around her she casts the shield spell. As she nears the end of the song, she holds the fan with both hands near her bosom and thrusts upward, and all the black raven feather shimmer into white. One, two, three, fifteen seconds, a minute later, Coreena lowers her hands. Smiling she picks up her robe and a quiet Huginn. “It should be safe, stay with me still the shield isn’t too big. Let’s go find Muninn.” Huginn nods in agreement.

Coreena scurries up through the towering cliff like a child. The wind is held back braced by her shield; as she listens to Huginn lead her onwards. Coreena is beginning to get worried; as she looks around her through the invisible shield she can’t help but think about Muninn. Without this shield she could have been thrown all over the place, and with the cliff and the jagged rocks ferociously decorating it, she wouldn’t know how she would have survived the trek. She gathers her dress and start to climb quicker, not allowing the tears to begin. Breathing hard she turns to Huginn, “One more bend right? Ok we can do this.” She reaches the last bend and with both her hands pulls herself up to see…

“Muninn! You’re safe! Shannon! Was this really necessary?” Atop the cliff the land flattens out with a barren tree in the middle. Muninn flies from it to Coreena’s right shoulder and nuzzles into her. Even Huginn is happy to see its friend safe and sound. A soft thud sounds nearby distracting them all. A white snowy owl looks at the companions and blinks its big eyes at them. Hooting softly at the sight. “Shannon, you didn’t answer me! Was this really necessary?!”

A rustle of feathers later, and a small boy peers from behind a pile of white feathers. “Well you don’t play with me anymore! I had to do something!”

“All of this?!? This was a bit unnecessary, you had me all worried… about you… about Muninn…”

“I’m sorry sis. I’ll get rid of it.” Shannon claps his hands and everyone is returned to the castle where it all started.

“Shannon?”

“Yeah sis?”

“The next time you want to play ‘Hide and Seek’… just ask?”

“Okay sis.” Shannon smiles at his sister.

Friday Night

Prompt
“You wake up in a field in the middle of the night covered in blood. It is not yours, and the sound of a police siren is quickly approaching. The only items you find in your pocket are a silver key and some piano wire, and you have no idea how they got there or what they are for.”

Friday night. Everything always happens on Friday night. It’s is so cliché that you wouldn’t think anything about it. None of these thoughts to plan ahead, to make sure that everything you could do to prevent a horrific Friday night from happening. Just like Friday the 13th. You know it’ll be a bad day, that historically Murphy’s Law and Friday the 13th go hand in hand. So you make sure you jump over cracks, kick all black cats from crossing your path, avoid ladders at all costs, and meticulously go through fields and fields looking for a 4-leaf clover. If a rainbow so happens to appear, you chase it at a dead run hoping for something good to happen. The previous night you wish upon a star to make Friday the 13th, to go well, you hug your lucky teddy all night, snuggle with your favorite blanket, call out your guardian stars by formal name and in order, and sing yourself asleep with your favorite nursery rhymes.

Tonight was the predestined night. I was planning this night for weeks. We would go out to dinner before the football game. I’m not even sure who is playing tonight. Doesn’t matter to say the least, I’m sure we wouldn’t be watching it anyways. Then Tamara would get cold, because of course, I told her that we’d only be going to dinner so she would dress cute and not bring a jacket. I’d get out of my leather-man and let her wear it and then do the “shoulder move.” This is going to be flawless. Cuddling will lead to necking, and then we’d start kissing. It will be perfect!

“Brent, you coming?!”

“Uh Yeah! Sorry.”

I start into a mild jog to catch up with the guys. The name is Brent, in case you haven’t noticed. I’m just a regular guy: track star, top wrestler in my weight range, home run hitter, oh did I mention I can sing? Other than that just a regular guy, did I mention I have great hair? So I finally got a date with this hot chick named Tamara. She’s like… WOW. I don’t even know how to describe her. She has red gorgeous hair, long just the way I like it, smoky eyes, pale white skin, luscious thick lips, and a body that makes you want to… well yeah (clears throat) I think you get the idea. She’s weird though. She doesn’t really talk to anyone, no one really wonders why. I wouldn’t have asked her if it wasn’t for that bet. Wow, she is hot. I’ve been hounding her for about 2 months now. At first she was a bit put off, something about “If you talk to me again, I’ll cut off your manhood with this protractor.” Yeah, seriously… who even has protractors these days? Well I kept on talking to her until she finally made a deal with me. “Okay, if I go on this date with you, will you please leave me alone? I know about the bet you made.” I was so stoked I just stood there like an idiot and nodded like one of those dipping bird things. I sealed my fate that day…

I was just getting out of the shower, had a towel wrapped around my waist when I realized it today was Friday the 13th. I’m usually not superstitious, just a little bit more aware of my surroundings. I didn’t think anything of it. Today was going to be the greatest day of my life. I have a date with the mysterious Tamara! I started singing out loud while I was changing and doing all the things on my check list, Cobra Starship’s Good Girls Gone Bad, should fit the occasion quite nicely. Prancing around my room like the village idiot, I felt like Tom Cruise from ‘Risky Business.’ Anyways down to business: cologne – check, Binaca™ – check, deodorant – check, wallet – check, condoms – check and double check, sexy hair – cheeeeeeck, car keys – check, chap stick – check, money – uh… check, clothes – check, looking good? – Triple check, did I floss? – Ah snap!

We have reservations at some Italian place, don’t even ask me what it’s called… it’s in… well Italian. It’s at 6:00pm, and it’s just turning 5:20pm right now. I should probably go get Tamara; I hope she isn’t the kind of girl that takes 3 hours to get ready. Basically I go and get her, thankfully she is already changed, waiting and scowling at me. “You’re late!” I barely heard that because my jaw was already on the floor when she opened the door. Wow she is even hotter; I didn’t know that would even be possible.

“Uh…”

“Shut-up, let’s go. I’m leaving!” she calls out to her family, grabs my arm and practically drags me to my car. “Open the door, the sooner we get this started the sooner it’ll all be over.” She looks at me with this ferocious glare on her face, wisps of hair flying around her, lips pursed, arms crossed over her tight black dress and black heels. “Brent! Open the dang door!”

“Oh sorry.” This will be a night to remember that’s for sure.

We got to the restaurant and ate, nothing exciting there, half the dinner was spent in silence. Wow the food was good. I’ll remember this place for next chick. I did accidently slurp my pasta a bit much and flicked a tomato on her dress. Let’s just say that wasn’t the smartest move in the world. Tamara groaned and went to the bathroom. She came back after a long while, I was almost afraid she left me. Then I forgot everything, because she smiled at me.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad date. I’ll try harder, honest.”
I have no idea what came over her, but I’m not complaining. We talked small talk over dessert, and she laughed a couple times at my jokes. WIN! I checked my watch, oh geez the game already started. It’s almost half time. “Did you want to go catch the rest of the football game?”

“Sure, let’s go!” more energetic than I thought she could.

So I paid the bill, pulled the chair out for Tamara and we left, with her holding my arm. Success! We drove back to school, and we were holding hands the entire car ride. Tamara is a pretty cool girl. I’m not sure what she is talking about half the time but at least she is good to look at. We park and I remembered to open the door for her, this night is going great. It’s about 8:00pm by now and the moon is out, gorgeous night actually. She rubs up against be and shivers slightly, I take the hint and take off my leather man’s jacket for her, and wrap it around her shoulders. She smiles at me, and gets up on her tiptoes to give me a quick peck on the cheek. Correction this night is awesome!

No one is at the gate to let us through, so the game is a bust. “Want to just walk around?” she asks. I nod, not a bad idea. So we start walking towards the end of the field, towards the baseball field, with my arm around her shoulder and she snuggles into me. We talk a bit more and she decides at this moment to sit on the lawn right here. Then we make-out. Crazy make-out session. Very surprise make-out session. Did I mention crazy? Yeah. I could hear some footsteps behind me, but I didn’t care. I’m necking with one of the hottest girls on campus.

“Hey… HEY! Get up you slut!” a stern commanding female voice said.

“What in the world are you…” and with that I got kicked in the side of my head. I roll over to the side, shaking my head, attempting to fix the blurry vision. I can hear two women voices screeching at each other. First thought? Threesome… excellent!

“What the hell do you think you are doing! Tying me up in the bathroom!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”

The voices sound familiar, a little too familiar to me, as if…they are coming from the same person... I try to shake off this dizzy spell but whatever kicked me in the head had army boots or something. I can see two shapes, both black with red on top, but still arguing with each other. That was definitely a good makeout session, I’m hecka sweating. I reach up to wipe the sweat off side of my head. Jesus! I’m bleeding! The metallic smell finally registers in my head when I see it and I start to loose consciousness. I’m hearing shouting and screams but I can’t see anything, it’s all too blurry for me to make anything out. Then it’s over.

“Hey! There’s someone over here! Someone call 911, he’s bleeding!!!” sounds a far off cry.

“Look there’s a blood trail! Maybe someone else is hurt!”

“Did anyone call the cops?!”

“I did, they’re coming!”

“Look he moved! He’s alive!”

“Hey son, you alright?” a gruff voice hovers over me. Then a sharp slap hits my cheek. I wince at the pain. “C’mon son, rise and shine!” a few more slaps.

“Alright, alright! Do you always slap people so damn hard?” I hear a deep chuckle. I feel strong arms underneath me, pulling me up into a sitting position. I start to open my eyes and look straight into the eyes of a bearded man. I pull back reflexively.

“You ok son?” the man asks. He looks about 30 something. Like that matters to me, I glance downward and almost throw up. I’m pretty much covered in blood.

“Geez! Why am I covered in blood?”

“We thought you could tell us that answer son. What happened here tonight?” as the man helps me to my feet.

“Well there was this girl…” I started rummaging through my pockets, that’s what I do when I nervous. “What the…”

“You find something son?” The man asked. He looks very serious.

“Uh. No. I’m gonna go walk it out for a bit. Still in shock. I’ll be in sight. Don’t worry I’m not running.”

“Ok son, you let me know, I’m going to go talk to the police.”

As soon as he leaves, I turn around. What the heck is in here? Turning my pockets inside out three things fall out. A note with some blood on it, a thin wire, and a small silver key. Who would have stuck this crap into my pocket…Tamara! I open the note. It reads, “You know what you have to do. Finish the job. 486 Perry 12 39 37”

She Teases Me

She teases me
With pictures and notions
Ideas and promises
So vivid in beauty
Captivating because she can
Only to dangle them
On a string attached to a rod

She teases me
Slipping into my bed at night
Caressing my hair
Whispering oh sweet
Nothings about nothing
Running her fingers
Down my spine only to disappear

She teases me
Taking my glasses and hiding them
So that I have to hear
The words she tells me
So that I can see what life
Has in store for us
Of course she doesn’t give them back

She teases me
Infiltrating my dreams
Making me do acrobatics
Fight monsters save
Everyone with my smile
Leap off tall buildings
Then she wakes me, when it gets good

She teases me
Sigh… damn Muse…
She teases me

Storm Watcher

It’s quiet
The clouds have moved in
Obscuring the Sky, chasing her away
with their dark countenance

drip…drop
marks the cry of angels
thrashing amidst each other relentless
shedding tears of anguish

rumble
harkens the musician
clever and spontaneous with his drum’s
deep and solemn rhythm

the players are in position waiting
for their conductor’s arrival
leaves swirl upon howls of impatience
for the promised concert

a flash of light indicates that
he is on his way
however he isn’t alone
his darling daughter will be dancing

A clatter sounds behind me.
It is my dear wife bringing a cup
Of coffee for me to indulge in
How wonderful she is

“Anything yet?”
“No the concert hasn’t started,
you haven’t missed a thing.”
“Good” as she settles by my side

Together we watch in silence
As the players ready
And the conductor takes his place
His daughter waiting eagerly

Then everything crashes down,
Lights flash, the earth shakes
My ears assaulted
my eyes dazzled

“I love watching storms…”

Private Lesson

She bursts through my door
I don’t have a chance to say a word
Dropping everything, her purse
Shoes, hair, gloves, everything
I tell her to take it slow
So we can feel it
But there is no stopping her
She wants it done,
she wants it done now

retreating into the nearest room
I clamber for some sort of advance
She won’t have it
Taking my face in both hands
She puckers my lips
My breath catches
She stops. taking the time
To tell me to relax
This wasn’t her first time

She takes my hand in hers
And guides my finger treacherously
Down arcing lines and up again
Stopping to pause ever so slightly
She moves with her eyes
Sometimes slower other times faster
Crossing my path and then lies over me
I reach for my water
Sweat glistening across my brow

She grabs my hand and wags her finger
No, we aren’t done yet
She says un-mercilessly
Her hair tangles into mine
While she leans upon my abdomen
Places her hands along my waist
She pushes, again and again
I’m about to faint but she wags
One last time

Piercing the room with our cry
Her voice carries higher than my own
And stops, ringing throughout
She turns to me, eyes wild
Lips parted, panting
Do you get it?
Oh I get it, I do
My stomach tingles from where she
Touched me. I get it.

Restrained

His pure white eye balances out the brown one
The mangy yellow coat reminiscent of a lion
Silently sitting as the petals float by
Adrift by today’s bipolar weather

A plastic cup, his only possession
Not even half full, more empty
His bushy tail drags behind him, hardly lifting
Hardly doing anything

Ears pulled back at times
Listening, waiting, hoping
Paws waiting, eager for his master
He limps and settles back into position

People pass him on the street,
He doesn’t even acknowledge their presence
He’s just waiting and watching
Sniffing the air as he adjusts

The only movement is his head
As it twists and turns reacting
To the unsettled outside environment
And his sad eyes searching and piercing me

“will they come for me?
Where are they? Why am I…
Restrained…”

2012 Review

Took words and phrases from this movie review of 2012. http://www.cinerina.com/reviews/2012-2/

I’m not giving anything away
our world ends.
civilization lost
crumbling minds desperate.
fun, that was what the doctor ordered.
direct havoc
quaking, compliments(complements) it all better
people so distracted when crashing in a car,
every person collapses seeing that.
we’re just here to ride along.
look out for the race against time!
Realize, to make something successful
You face any direction and
Once we know, we will
Complete his destiny
Who will get his just reward

Streetlife

(Wish I could remember the book I took these quotes from. This was an unconcious writing exercise. I choose phrases from a book randomly and organized it into something somewhat like a poem.)

We crouched on wet gravel
at the empty suburban park
before us three stories of columns
like patterns of Italian book paper.

Lucky, the skater,
he was the newest thing here.
his fugitive life
the stuff of metaphor.

My garden has no outside
black tulips, commingling of leaves
at the moment of dying,
incomplete until they’re opened.

The transit of almost translucent swans
upon night lover’s rendezvous,
like metallic particles
tattooing the water with the storm’s million fingerprints.

The gregarious sixteen year old
with his endless distracting monologue,
intentional gestures, running on almost mechanically
about how it is easier for a woman to panhandle.