Final Breath of a Dying Star
Her knees kiss the earth
as her calloused yet gentle hands
rips open her white shirt
exposing her vulnerable foundation.
Heavy breaths coat the night
soft whimpers escape her mouth.
It seems like too much
but it was hers to bear
and hers to release.
Rhythmic thumps and long sighs
under the chest
(this is what it feels like to hold cosmic light
in the veins and a heart exposed to gamma rays)
Warm tears paint the grass under her knees
as her heart chakra
opens…
Revealing the mark that has been birthed
throughout many lifetimes
just to die to
seed the galaxy
(she carries it well)
A pulsating white light
forces out of her chest
towards the graveyard of orbs in the night sky.
A scream echoes
and a beautiful pain
vibrates the earth.
Her love illuminating the galaxy
One
More
Time
(the final breath of a dying star).
In April
In April, I found love, twice
And I paid the price
One was a crush
The other not so much
In April, I knew sunlight
And I also knew night
One made life beautiful
The other made it dutiful
In April, I knew flowers
I also knew power
As I left March to April's scent
I also left it to find what life meant
In April, I saw life bloom
And I read Eliot dress it in doom
It is out of this womb
That I saw a day loom
April's day is a difference
Between closeness and distance
Where a heart hurries a distant memory
And close memories are not a remedy
Because one April day my love was born
Another April day my love was sworn
I didn't find my love among the touched
And I touched that which I didn't care for much
So, can the next April be the same
Where I see a face that doesn't have the name
And tell myself some other time
I'll split the stale from the sublime
In April, I learned a lesson few learn
It's possible to yearn
But the clock has no hands to turn
This April: Change is everyone's cocooned concern
Ode to Mom
Oh Mom,
You give us so much every day
Oh Mom,
You used cook and clean for us
Oh Mom,
You make sure that we are happy
Oh Mom,
You love us no matter what we do or say
Oh Mom,
You are always willing to help us
Oh Mom,
You don't know how much you mean to us
Oh Mom,
You don't know just how much you mean to me
90’s Girl
The clock is counting time backwards again. My life hasn’t moved forward in so long that I feel like I’m stuck inside some sort of 90’s one hit wonder mix tape . I’m caught up inside the player, trying desperately to not be torn or bent in a way that I will not be of any use to society again. But if I can’t unravel myself out of this mess I’ve got myself into then I will continue to go backward on this candied apple carnival ride. I walk through the park and memories suddenly flood my mind as I smell a salt infused breeze mixed with cherry cola and boiled nuts. It makes me feel somewhat alive again. I’m 16 and indestructible. I can feel the aroma as it penetrates it concessions through out every inch of my once fit beach bronzed body. I am free from the prison of adulthood. I am a gangster, living life in SoHo. I have brass knuckles and balls as big and as bad as Billy Bob Thorntons in Dirty Santa. I avenge anyone that keeps me from fighting against my inner rebel yell self. There I am driving my red match box convertible. I am sitting on top of the world guzzling down fruit flavored spring water from glass bottles by day and Boone’s Farm at night. I roll myself up in Bob Marley fashion and tuck stuffed metal pipes in my pants pocket, along side powdery baby jars tucked discreetly in my straw carry on. I never missed a beat and had no care in the world. I was a wreck-less wild child wonder full of missed birth control pills and camel wides smoke filled lungs. A girl trying to find her way draped in flannel in a world that still hadn’t been altered by the web and cell phones. It was the decade of the 90’s and I had nothing but youth on my side. Those were the days.
There’s a time to be re-born & a time to die
She put on
the butterfly earrings
he gave her
after he apologized
for the slap
at K-mart.
She put on
the butterfly necklace
he gave her
after he apologized
for kicking her
at the bar.
She put on
the butterfly broach
he gave her
after punching her
in front of
the kids.
As he slept
that night,
she shoved an ice-pick
into the base
of his skull—
then called 9-1-1.