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

Floating Cafe(Madrid)

Coffee tables of love
Una mas
Cups of tranquility
Reflecting on our bonding
around the giant goldfish
Creating underwater rainbows,
dancing, and playing
Us was invisible
No labels or definitions
Sending off our memory
to row in the park pond forever

Sentiments

Sentiments
Stir, blend, and mix,
Instantaneously, constantly, and unwillingly
They mutate, morph, and replicate,
They are indestructible, immortal, and all-powerful.
My wishes, dreams, and nightmares
Hold secrets, lies, and truth.
Eyes, lips, skin
Memories and recollections, impact
My premonitions, intuitions, and signals
Tornados, thunder, lightning,
Hurricanes, puddles, and rain.
Ropes and chains imprison emptiness
Crawling in shadows, stars, and teardrops
Smudge and smear on cement
Rocky and rough, hard
To steer, direct and pass
Through tides, waves, and oceans
Losing, loving you.

Bench Love (madrid)

My eyes blended into yours
On a bench
Worn with history
Smudged with love
Smeared with some intimacy
Pressed and rolled over with kisses
Lusty eyes have photographed it countless times
In the square under the sun it tans
Content in its place it watches the sun rise and fall
The light of the moon cools its steamy heat
Sparkly cobble stones reflect blue attracting couples
Lip and finger-locked to take a seat
This bench sees no deformities, no ends, and no mysteries
But only cultivates the hearts of lusty, loving Spain

stale

Ive fallen
I always was falling
Now Im lying on the pavement
My words splattered all over the cement
The sun has dried them up
A message old and broken

Could you digest this stale confession?

Like water it would flow threw you
But I’d feel it as if it were glass
Ripping and tearing my flesh on the way down
I hold my mouth and refuse to let this fly
Fighting with fate
I run during the day
I run in my sleep
Time expired me
All is hardened
Closure is nothing but a dream
The finish line has disappeared
And I’m still running