021908

The tonic sings bubbles
rise from the bottom
and if I should listen
they whisper like raindrops

But what can they tell me?
Through syrup and sand-glass?
Through carbon and atmosphere?
Beyond what I know.

Insistent they whisper
to tickle my eardrum
and shiver their message
clear down through the floor

Insistent they whisper.
With no certain meaning.
Yet burst on a dustmite.
Just passing on by.

So what could they tell me?
With all of their whispers
and snickers all jealous
at least I perceive.

For no one is trusted.
Not mystics of midnight.
Not carbonate lovers.
Not friends bittersweet.

To tell me such secrets
and tease my ear tickle
Yet leave me so twisted
awaiting the words

No, no-whispered lover
will lift from my tonic
to light-kiss my apples
and gift me some light.

021808

I learned to put pepperjack cheese in my eggs from innocently sleeping with a man I barely knew, and I learned my best make-up trick from a long term boyfriend I never once kissed.

Tree Sparrow

I am not the girl you loved.
She has taken
terminal to illness
gone to the sickness you exposed.
No I am not the one you've come for.
I am the bitch who took her place.
Who took your heart
and knew it would hurt
but did it anyway.
No. I am the iceworm.
white and pale.
with blood dark blue and pulsing.
under skin that was always too thin.

Erin.

Today
you are the grin across my face.

She's just sleeptalking again.

To sit in solemn silence
writing cider after writer
sipping milling juices wider
and I don't know where I come from.

Save the babies in the houses
filled with nibble munching mouses.
And my thoughts can't be so random
bastard campers leave a phantom.

Spouting verbs across the planet.
And you fuckers left me here.
Drowning, drowning in your backwash
as your dainty yellow trousers
lifted high above the peasants
moaning bellows at your ear.

Can't you even face your lovers?
Frightened women, common mothers
with the gentle men of corners
shedding wires twice a night.

Bleed me naked from the body
Leaving nothing here but naughty.
Just an echo echo sounding
through your dreams each every winter.

And I'm nothing but a splinter
Nagging deeper in your heart-valve.
Never bother where I came from.
Where I'm going's only here.

020608

lily white valley
caress down the throat
slide thick past the tonsil
and over the moat

020608

Kaleidescope children
drift on past your head.
and Elton can't sing
like John Paul can.
Graphite. Pickles. Amsterdam.
But Raisinettes.
But Raisinettes.
But Raisinettes.
But Raisinettes.

And still.

Did you never read my prose?
Or did I never give you the chance?

You are my, Nutella-cake.
To scrape your insides with a butter knife
To suck off every last sugar-lick
Sweet hazelnut and chocolate.

You are my, mid-summer high.
And you loved me by the water
And you loved my in the night
Sneaking in an opened window.

For pizza's just as good
the second day and cold.
And winter's snowblown spell
escapes your springtime mood.

To slide the shirt above the head.
And clothes melt off like frozen cream
Down the tawny waffle cone
Down the sticky little fingers.

My muse-not muse.
To share my love again, and again.
and poems filled with lovers crossed.
Again, and again.

I.

miss you.