A Woman’s Lament

Do I miss my virginity?
Longing for silent nights
Alone.

A Pussy’s Funeral

Awaken, shaken to the furry bones with impurrrfect emptiness.
Not a drop of silken milk to drink from the miniature, porcelain bowl.
Shadows play across kitten whisker lashes and dance upon windowsills.

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.

The Gardner

The beads of dirty saline erode from his pores,
Dripping leisurely down the cheeks of his face.

Fine lines like river gullies are etched on his smooth, beige skin.
His eyes are deep ravines,
Terraced with long, fine lashes,
Kissing the rims of his reason.

Bruises

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

Death of a Muse

Extensive skeletal canvases,
Painted a smooth bone white,

Left Unfinished.

Math Teacher

He was sharp as the point on my stainless steel compass
That I wish I could have stabbed into his shallow demeanor.

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,

The Good Soldier

Rise!

Rise!

And Stand Tall maternal Soldier.