Month: February 2017

Melted and Poured

“You Look Melted and Poured”

 

I am melted and poured

into a sheath dress with lace overlay,

my scars making it look like a cookies and cream filling

has been poured to fit a sexy mold,

but with maybe 20 pounds too much filling –

the molding bursting at the seams.

 

Too often I have been too rich for my wallet

Too free for my cage

Too fat for my shell

 

But now I shimmy,

break open the mold

let the skin sing electric under a sunlight sick

of being filtered and blocked.

 

I am free.

In a bedroom deep in the jagged heat of Georgia

I am a queen and I need no molds,

cages will not hold me,

And my wallet is not the only language I speak.

Perseverance and Suicide

Quarrelsome boas cannot decide who will

take my inner drive

and so it is passed back and forth like a dish rag.

 

I once did the dishes all the time but hid from the stove.

Now the stove, dusters, sewing needles all hide from me.

 

I remind my back to stop bleeding.

It is enough the knife slowly turns.

Don’t advertise it.

In that house we gave nothing of ourselves,

because we admitted to nothing.

I am a fish still alive in the pot.

 

Temperature rising.

Temperance gone.

I hope the hag cooks with good wine.

 

No.

I refuse to breathe the water,

absorb the wine

I am a woman for whom jetted tubs were made.

I step out of the vat

not even naked

with all the shame heaped on me,

and I strangle each snake for laughs.

 

Here is my drive

on the floor tired and pitiful.

But here is me.

Knives removed,

stripping naked,

drying off.

drying out,

deciding drive is not enough…

and I have more

Form is Function

She steals steam after the summer rain,

rolling it off the asphalt as a carpet

she will lay in her den.

 

She was named by the tesseract

snarling in the backyard.

Instead of her period each month,

she turns blue

and Inspiration knows she is fertile.

 

You are so cuttingly engineered,

designed with impure

perpetual function in mind.

 

What does it mean that your gears shudder

torturously

at the turbid passion chewing a gash across her left hip?

Premium Wishes

Absolved of my needs

I am free to make wishes in the lab

behind my house.

 

I will give one to a neighbor,

one to a frenemy,

one billion to the child in his cradle

listening to his box being built

 

You, baby, need a wish from each of us

to buy the days needed to learn to spell your name.

 

I will make you premium wishes

in the truest shades of purple,

with gossamer threads of longing

unraveled from rainbows.

I will seal each wish with the cool light that shines off

the stones in the brook.

 

Each wish can purchase a minute or a moment.

I will package them in pods of 9.

 

Sister Mercy be kind.