Quiet girl
Still girl
Ballerina pink
Queen Frostine white
That sparkling pristine face
and those clear eye stars
a doll heartbreakingly perfect
Category: poetry
A Thorough Education
Welcome to the Life Center,
with sparkly resources to help you warm winter.
Are you a cartwheel?
A suspicious glance?
A still wind?
We can help you get back to work.
We offer many courses:
Earth Spinning
Bone Knitting
Light Painting –
and certifications in
Prebirth Fantasy,
Pain Sculpture
Freeway Fashion.
Visit us today in the Building of Roses,
at the corner of Air and Fire.
Self Reflection
An envelope locked out of sight.
Buttercups giggling in the fields.
A pink fog rolls over the view.
It is all so dreamy.
Don’t bring a mirror here.
Exploratorium
The children salivate when they see me,
a mother,
and dream of their own.
This is the exploratorium, she tells me.
The room is filled with grinning toys.
and the dolls go ignored because it is hard to play a mom
when you can’t reach yours.
Sweet Fire
Sweet fire chills in my bedroom
cool and
collecting dust.
The jealous window watches me,
tantalized by the molten heat.
Glass in love with fire,
melting in shame and desire.
It happens every day.
I stoke the fire.
Between panes the glass drools.
Ultraviolet Mafia
Ultraviolet mafia
exacting private taxes on the air.
Oxygen is an independent element.
Yet shrieks when hydrogen is rended from it.
Hi.
I am a neutron.
Hi.
I am an imaginary number.
Hi.
I am dark matter.
Light blows this way
then that,
a cheap exotic dancer.
Contortionist.
Extortionist.
And always the ultraviolet mafia
is skimming some off the top.
She
The machine is a tap dancer,
is silver,
has nightmares of rust.
She wears the moon on her face in a chalk.
She glows purple when she is near wisdom.
She glows purple among the trees.
The ribbon in her hair is forked,
tastes danger on the horizon.
And the robot who has been terrified to bathe for years
clicks his heels ever closer,
curious and cold,
while the ribbon hisses poison in her ear
Femme
Soft flesh
Pressable everywhere,
Pleasurable everywhere
To be teased and tickled everywhere.
Cornerless,
Sublime,
Full,
Generous,
Gentle,
Forbidden.
I am her and she is me,
sashaying in a voluminous dress,
100 percent feminine.
I fall in love with myself,
a monologue of fingers and sliding and heat.
Woman as Kingdom
His height like the distance between me and the universe
musculature spicy beneath my hands.
Take me over,
woman as Kingdom to command,
woman as Empire to be appeased with bread and circuses.
Chocolate syrup and heating pads are bread.
Deftly his fingers will do stunts beneath the canopy of my dress.
Linear
Lines and lights
antagonize
each other.
Outside I hear a running leaf pronounce someone man and wife,
then run away before the explosions.
The buildings groan in death throes
and money leaks out with termites,
a deformed child with the eyes of the devil
and the mania of a spurned woman.
A line zigzags through the parking lots
a light right on it
illuminating where it has been,
leaving a shadow where it will go.
The shadow sharpens his teeth.
Miniature Moon 