Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Pigeon Superstition

You tell me that you love me
But you run so hot and cold
You hug me then you shove me
I just can't get a hold

You swear to God you need me
And then you walk away
You never wanna see me
Then you're beggin' me to stay

You're random with affection
I just can't seem to score
It's pigeon superstition
Keeps me pecking for more

You say that I'm so special
That no one else will do
But then I find your texts
with all the girls you wanna screw

You plead with me to keep you
You need me by your side
But I can't help from feelin'
I'm being taken for ride

You love me then ignore me
It's paradise or hell
It's pigeon superstition
and it's workin' so well

I love you and I hate you
You got me in a rage
It's pigeon superstition
and I'm stuck in the cage.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform  and a very belated
Pigeon Superstition

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Crepuscular Creatures

Call me
a crepuscular creature
I exist
in the in-between
Not light
not dark
Not day
not night
I inhabit the fringes
the edges
My time
is the time of change
the time of uncertainty
I hover 
along the borders
of this and that
I am at home
in the almost
and the not-quite
I belong to everyone
and to no one.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge: Poetry Time

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

A Calling Out

This poem is not polite
This poem means to trespass
This poem is angry

You call me immoral
Your morals are conveniences
You are a hypocrite
No, this poem is not polite

You value life
and support the death penalty
Does inconsistency make you uncomfortable?
This poem trespasses on your comfort

The only life you value
is rich and white
Others you condemn to suffer
This poem understands anger

This poem spits at politeness
This poem trespasses through your morals
This poem is angry.

Too many words for Flash 55+ so submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Sunday, August 2, 2015


image by Banksy
I finally got you out of my life
Now stop trespassing in my mind!
You trample through my thoughts
like some pesky kid
who cuts through the neighbor's yard
back and forth from school every day
No matter how many times
I chase you away
You always come back
and always with
that stupid smirk!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Roxy Calls

Roxy calls all the men "honey"
cuz she can't remember names
Halloween bag full of sweets
Every one tastes just the same

Checks her horoscope each day
Acrylic nails tap on her phone
Virgo, the virgin makes her laugh and say
"I was never one of those."

Roxy wears her fuck-me heels
And a mini dress so tight
like a lime green ace bandage wraps her body
She knows that she's looking right

Mama hasn't called in years
(but who's counting?)
Family says that it's a shame
But she's done with all the prayers and all the tears
Roxy says "It's who I am."

Roxy calls all the men honey
cuz she can't remember names
Medicine chest full of poisons
They all make her feel the same.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, It's A Shame About Ray