A Jealous Math

The floor is a guess,

is clear like water.

It is raining June in my hair.

My clothes are brimming with butterflies.

 

I am a sour after note to their beauty.

I was born to rise

to shatter sky.

 

Instead a jealous math

embalming me

 

 

Fills me with mud.

Dark House

Cruddy smells flake off the house and I know I shouldn’t be here.

No one has in faithless year after faithless year.

Knock it off.

I see you filching my backup plans from my purse.

God I wear blue well.

My soul is transparent like the cleanest lake.

 

I am without my numbers and shapes,

sewn from cotton fields.

I’m a doll you can love, hate, dissipate

A Love Like October

Singing into the bush

a lilac on a lark.

A love like October,

orange and fast.

The lilac has a heated language,

a boiling pattern of speech.

Frost is mute,

Abused,

Sinful.

The lilac leans toward the Bush

A waxy, evergreen sun,

needing shelter.

Pumpkins fight with lilacs.

Frost is the winner who takes all.

Yellow

Yellow reads the Kama Sutra

to write a new edition.

I admire her.

She admonishes me.

Lately I have rotted like wood,

muddled like a puddle.

Where is my orgasmic frenzy of doing

and being done?

Diary of Radiation

Diary of Radiation

 

The color of water, I race slowly and win.

See how I die without fanfare,

taking millions with me?

I adore the breeze.

I covet the air but do not need it.

At the crest of unbelief my candle bobs along

on an inflatable saucer.

Juice Bar

Juice bar

 

I was Lysol scented

dark light opening doors everyone wanted shut.

She was a bursting gummy bear the woman hugged

then woman devoured slowly.

But no one eats poison.

No one devours a sour black light,

and no one hugs it either.

 

 

 

Mania

Lush lights linger lightly on my legs.

Excess ecstasy jerks in my finger tips.

I have too much of myself.

I am smoldering.

My old jeans make juice from jam.

I’m going to take my face off

and dance with the band.

Please understand.

In Italics

I have been mistreated by myself in italics.

I was mistreated in italics.

I was in italics when I was mistreated.

I have threatened myself

And been threatened by people who loved me

with knives for hands.

I cut everything.

Life is a hallway.

God this hallway is a mess,

my clothes strewn everywhere.