Auction Block
Too much stuff
You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you
This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!
I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth
Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!
Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends
I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen
This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready
Willing to expunge the demons
Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me
Baggage be for yesteryear
We’re older now, with fire-proof feet
Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need
Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again
I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet
Let it go
Let me closer
I’m leaving now
Fire To Firmament
These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly
The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth
My spirit bird, a Phoenix
Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination
To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament
brisé: A Haiku
Boy, THIS will be fun
Dig my inner bitch and witch
Boxing gloves, then broom
Horsepowered
One warm tear after another
Fell shocking me after I’d whispered my name aloud in some man’s voice I no longer know
Tears as heavy diamonds, flawless and innocent, from my right first then my left
Each with the viscosity needed to let love flow through this muscle-car I call my heart
This, coldest of winter’s night
Naked Again
Join me in this journey back
Hike this grandest path
Yoke again the insight
Of all the universe
Nevermind the cancer
Of grasping and regret
Shame yourself no more
For yesterday was young
Recollect the way you walked
Tending garden business
Buffet again at tables
Filled with faithfulness
Be aware of why and how
To cultivate good truth
Never let the stranger speak
Of technicality
Still Giants
If suffocation and the longest darkness remain
Be unbound, dear sister.
If shame and the fear of whispers pervade
Be as a giant, precious brother
Stay my best friend, I will stay yours, this only we will know
Feel air returning, own your height, live in peace and grow
Kālakā
Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow
A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders
So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road
If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me
I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again
May it be, my brother
May it be
Loosed
Gentle tresses
Green-gold glittering
The smiling River Seine
Motor clean
Steel trap sensibility
On bee-line Westerly wind
She Suffered

I found you are brave