Misfit

Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.

But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see

Perfect Improbability

I may have met you somewhere before

&

It is quite probable =

This equation will not equate to anything more.

The Hotel

“Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe,”

-Tom Stoppard from his play “Night and Day”

In the early hours of the rainy morning,
I gaze out a picture window ruled with an iron gate,
Attired with large glass panes and gold satin sashes
That frame the window like a theatrical stage.

The Desert

The desert is no place for a woman.

Vacant and dry, like between her grandmother’s varicose legs,
I wandered for years until I saw the sweltering oasis of my own mind.
Like a magician, I pull the rabbit from my black top hat and I laugh…..

The Cross I Bear

Make me a martyr.
Mar me, scar me with your lips cracked from your experience
I would have rather not known.

And He Said…

“She wrapped around me like a blanket,
My life’s worth was unfolding in her eyes.
Her hot breath was an accordion upon my ear,
Billowing and heaving sensations of whispers
I had never heard before.

Bruises

The smeared lipstick is still on his torn handkerchief.
Thick remnants of scarlet wax embroidered into the fine weave,
Soiling the cotton memento.

Desirable Candidate

I went to your bank this morning.
I begged a man in a suit for an application.

And he handed me a pen with red ink,
That started the tiresome process
Of your loan to me.

One Foot in the Grave

Off balance…
Off Kilter…

Teetering,
Spiraling,

Out of Control.

Perfect Situation,