Mr. Winter

Mr. Winter
You haunted
My dreams
Even when
I was awake

Snow
Froze
My nose

You Frostbit my Senses
When you iced me over in lies

Promises
broke
like
the
icicles
hanging
From
your
icy
finger-
tips

Mr. Winter
Your eyes are dark

You draw beautiful images
That crumble and crackup
Creating dangerous situations

I was found frozen
In your conversation
Too slow
To avoid
Decapitation

Your irrational world
Cut off - - - my rationalization

Mr. Winter
You love games
Sleigh rides
Down steep hills
And skating on thin ice

Your fairytales
Are the bed time
Stories
That freeze
My Dreaming
Igloo

C’s Captivity Collapse

Cracking
Concealing shells
Carelessly panting
Calling feeling
Crawling out in the open
Creeping in broad daylight
Cradling
Colorful emotional paintings
Clear and transparently
Claiming reality

Lust Flakes

Lust
Flakes
Fall
At
Contact
Vulnerable
Frosty
Lips
Warm
Frost
Bitten
Eyes

Snowy Nights

Green tea
Candles
Rocks
And
Sand
Lonely skin
Frost tickled
Missing
Ocean-Breezes
Easing
Into
The
Snowy
Night's
Steamy
Third degree
Dreams
Melting
Window
Snowflakes

The Rules Rule

The rules
Broke them and fell
A girl’s sin
Dare not be loud and needy
Only sneaking behind the scenery
Spinning
Agonizing wishing
Fighting with their limitations
Anti-Girlie thoughts imprisoned
Spiting on the prison guards that make love so hard
Broke the rules
Caged like the animal I am
Serving my time

Burning Plastic

Phony
Plastic
Labeled the “perfect” American WOMAN
Barbie stole G.I. Joe’s Jeep
Packed it with her plastic pumps, bows, and babies
Drove it down the hall
Far from the pink house and pink corvette
Strait towards the kitchen
With a scissor she cut her long blond locks
And tossed them in the trunk
Dumped hairspray out over it all to the beat of a heavy metal song
A lit match was tossed from the counter top
Leaning against a bottle of Jack
She smoked with Cat-woman
With the flames of the melting jeep in her eyes

Orange innocence

The pumpkin was innocent
A possessed Jack O’lantern was christened in the kitchen
Pumpkin seeds are salted and baked
Pure pumpkins
A band of pumpkin pies for thanksgiving
Pumpkin patch
The poor pumpkin got picked
Pumpkin soup mixed with vegetables on the front burner all day
Autumn served the pumpkin on the table
All the pumpkins you can carry
Pumpkins under the stars wish to stay
Pumpkins on the vine laugh at the apple picking sign

Butterflies

Catching black butterflies in his eyes
Two dark pools of mystery
Eyes tell stories
A story-oholic swims while dreaming
Floating counting the floating butterflies

From Your Kids

Crack an egg over your head
Surprise it’s not hard boiled!

Chewing with your mouth open is contagious
Loud spoken equal’s obnoxiousness!

She never made enough food for you
Speaking with your hands is not a form of art!

Children are not allowed without shoes in department stores
Children pay to ride the subway!

Gamble away
Sleep all day!

We have no sympathy
We plot against your snoring dreams!

Drops of Summer

SUMMER QUILTS


On a familiar high
pink clouds of passion flew by-
Floating in your eyes.


The fountain breathes out
Spilling years of water carefree…
bubbling… giggling


A wise fountain,
pours out its heart,
Splashing children,


Rose pedals will float…
lying in the garden alone
dreaming around lies.


Drowning in curtains
locked in deep white chambers-
sleeping forever.



A stumbling path-
the October sun rises
over mystery.


Losing the chase
in my demon lovers eyes-
The tapes rewind.

Seashells dream…
Purple skies hope for romance,
hammocks cradle love.

Words on walls
a purple palace screams-
Princesses creep

Stray kittens…
Forever casting wishes
with eyes widened

Lust filled whispers
igniting infatuation-
burning innocence

Fantasy
crossing many lips…
Tingling


Empty sand castles-
blank pages hug my books…
The beach glass is laughing


Its just time-
Jeans stuck in the sand….
A desperate night.


Haunting games-
Unforgettable name-
Blue self-shame