Day: October 5, 2024

Borders

Sly silky whispers
Wander through the wonders
Of my electrified mind.
Fluorescent thoughts identify themselves
As refugees
At the border of my consciousness.
We are all running.
The question is whether we run from
Or to.
Slowly,
Methodically,
Time wanders between my synapses,
Pruning blooms I tended tenderly for years.

Thoughts have names they use among each other.
I know one is named Lila and another Lorelei.
The rest are on a list floating
down the river to a sea
Filled with monsters.

Which thoughts will I permit entry?
The neon pink ones,
Jittery and cracked out?
The Kelly green thoughts hauling
Wares of wisdom?
He will cost a lot of power.
My lights flicker at the thought.
How about the putrid cyan thoughts,
Hauling their starving children up
Out of the deepest pits in a mind
Of iniquity?
Instead,
I open up to
Lemon yellow
And her sweet forgetfulness.

A Party

The wine soaked air curls
Around my hips,
My hips that once bore life
And now bears only blood
And the thrill of empty promises.

The jeweled sky pays homage to Van Gogh
While I chat with the lyrics and rhythm
Of a song I liked once.
This party has an impressive guest list.
Ambition
Lust
Greed
Credibility
Their wives eye my knock off bag
Skeptically.
It’s not really a cloud purse,
But it is made of a fine sewn mist.
I hold my head high.
I produced a rose in 16 million colors.
No one here has done that.

The night is younger than I.
The breeze is crusted with carcinogens
And no one,
I mean no one,
Wants to talk about it.
My husband puts his arm around my waist
And I remember planting the seed,
Praying for a flower I could only dream of.
Now the rain is acid,
Tastes like sour candies,
And I fear for the future of flowers.