Sometimes stereotypically tortured artists like to have fun, too. 🙂
The pretty girls float by Like mythical creatures Wrapped in swirling fabrics. They finish the picture with a pearl earring And crown themselves in the affections of others Who gather to gaze at the spectacle Behind the glass. Inaccessible, To all but the elderly curator Who, in the loneliness of after hours Removes their clothing […]
I want you to hit me. I want you to hit me so hard, it leaves a mark, knocks the wind out of me, throws me flat on my back. Because I can deal with that. I know what that’s like, I know how long the sting lasts. I know how long it takes before […]
And in our beds, ‘Twixt the rustling sheets, We shut the eyes of God And make love to our demons. They keep us warm Until the sun chases away our delight Leaving only shame in its wake. Lord, Give me a moment without fear, and I can tell you a thousand stories. Give me a […]
In the green of your eyes, I saw myself Pressing on the inside of my rib-cage, Swollen beyond the limits of my confinement.
And you’d barely been married Before they told you I was coming out The same way I went in. The ruffles on the wedding dress Still scented with the occasion- Nobody came. Chin up, Chin up, You say, And you can’t see my neck is broken. It’s all your fault, But I love you anyway… […]
Backing into painted blue-black From when before I thought I had to cut the cord And run, roots still trailing behind me, Like the friendship bracelets I used to make for those that never really knew me. Wisteria is a parasitic vine that can engulf entire buildings. It takes ten years to blossom, and even […]