Her way to stay sane. Her way to become mad. Her way to inspire. Her way to remove the plain. She is the seductive curve posing in a devil's empowering dress. The manners of a full-lipped villain. When she dips on bent knee, to confess. Whilst dangling on the threads of word. She brushes my … Continue reading What She Means to Confess
Had I been born an article of sale clothing...'straight' off the rack. A bit long in the sleeve. Slightly bulky. Too athletic looking. Would I make it fit? Had I been in mind...as an abused, handed down... 'good news' bible. Splayed on open pages. Scribbled in ink. Someone's ideals of what is right or wrong. … Continue reading Matron Cows and Silly Sows
Old House... Where have you been? Who have been your enemies? Who have been your friends? ∞ It would appear you are unaware of the sunny side of the street. Your storied archways and hallways. I will never fully conceive. The once upon a time notions of promise coupled with deceit.
On the stairway to self-preservation. An allotment of goods. A brace, some pills...none with thrills. All rainbow arrays of impediments. Difficult to imagine a day not perfumed by my self imposed...handicaps. With a suitcase of vertigo in hand. I travel the stairs, everyday, often with dismay. I daydream about what it is I am attempting … Continue reading Moderate Ignorance
What is this? Ugliness in the trees. Unsightly, gait to a walk. Hailstorms of purposeful distort. No matter the purpose, I cannot transcend. No matter the discourse, in and around, the bend. No matter the purpose, there is no pretense. Aghast, I speak to the spirit inside me. 'Come along! Find another! Let me … Continue reading Where is the Fault?