Purge

Sometime I have to dig my fingernails into the keyboard to bleed It’s a healthy thing I swear. If you only tasted the iron in my apathy Would you then keep typing? I went to a jungle last week I hated the place I hated the monsters I hated the climate that made me sweat…

Alchemy

Just put me in a box I’ll be your princess Cut me into the perfect mold And then keep me safe from the world Let my universe exist in the expanse of one square I’ll just be jewelry I’ll just be hard as rock And nothing will ever break me Shelter me and let me…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…

The S-cat-ology of Motion

The feline fiend curls like firm knuckles around a coffee mug – gripping warmth She reaches fingers and toes akimbo for some tenterhook treasures These bones and sinews like taffy on a rack Turning, stretch, turning, curling like the Mississippi river cuddles the banks And moves and moves rowing nearer to the corners and drifting…