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Civilization Undulates

Pretty talking like

soft sugar in the air

like snow while wind admires herself

in the mirror.

 

Space sparkles kindly on our undulating cities,

the land groaning with the weight of buildings

that rise and fall with generations,

 

while our beloved build

and we try to furnish our vainglorious homes

with ourselves, diminutive,

wispy, fleeing from the thoughtless force of the wind

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The Glitterati is at my doorstep.

Did I know I was a star?

Yes, I admitted,

Because I am always burning

And everything is so dark.

 

But look at the sunshine,

all your sparkling!

 

Around me the air is still missing,

and my soul died trying to fumble home in the dark,

so I say nothing and close the door.

Scrapbook Page

Scrapbook Page

 

They beam summer red

dribbling on her mini thigh

while the nurse checks her labs.

He is her comforter

a teddy bear when the catheter comes.

 

Tiny text. Fair font.

A spray of sea.

A wash of greenery.

 

His mouth opens crazy

eyes bulging

to make her shriek

with gladness

 

Outside each frame

I sit rigid behind the lens

frayed

frazzled

grateful that my miniature joy monster and I

are never alone.

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.

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.