Archived Poems

when there will be no more this pen from a florida steakhouse writes it’s last word no ink left anyway comes down to blood

sold for parts a ring finger a heart a few kidneys some blood hair and chakra numbers 2 and 6

waited ten years so what’s a couple more months without your notebooks and laughter how do i write about fucking you pastels became oil then acrylic became a button became a color still choose lines light producing shadows sees everything red firetrucks in the driveway you were gone when i got home then stopped suddenly…

again just like yesterday kill me i might like or need that love is a strange creator how it all ended with a laugh remembering not to cry still i want to

got sucked in just another day back seat driving 2 cars over unlike yesterday when you did not hear voices god or anybody’s you thought i would starve thought i would flourish thought the sky is always blue remains hidden where the water collides where the birds graduate where the trees become tree houses not…

just a girl in a closet trying to write a poem

“i don’t want to leave you i have to go” remind me will you to take the important stuff

and what did you expect the wrong folks had all the money and their right folks had a few guns buy and sell

will be sad then be happy then once again as the apple falls the big birds arrive

turtle love the kind you buy at the pet store or super market