Lefty

Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.

I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this?

Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit

It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted

Busted

I wonder if my eyes weren’t broke
Had they not spent their last red cent
Denying warning flags and the like

What would I see instead of circles
Sad, red circles, dark cycles
Looking like pendulums and roller coasters

Would I see I’ve chased my tail
Someone else’s short-sighted plans
And not at all my own red heart

The Battle of The Orchids

Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peace

Tho’ blue and red both 
Magenta suited us 

We smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakened

Truths we spoke into being
During our long breaths together

We shared an ancient meal 
Despite our different appetites 

Upper Flat

She sat on high
Thick legged
In simple summer frill
And damned right she didn’t care
Since he was cozied close 

Parisian-like despite their li’l bungalow 
Quite pleased, most pleased 
With the noisy air 
The abundant lack
And the red lipstick

Half New

I saw me at midcentury
Wearing race car red
Was I alone
I do not know
A swing in my shortish skirt
A flip to my hair 
And sparkly Mediterranean eyes

Who’d dare trudge down,
Head first
With me
To the mystical waters
Just for a blessing 
Some rocks
And sandy feet