What Boredom Brings

I walked the woods, a tree-junkie

Loss a fight with a werewolf

Every night

But I dress funky

-er than him

So in my mind I always win

e.e cummings; in better words than I could ever put it.

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones, and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz

of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Multiple Personalities

His name is Oliver,

Because when I'm thinking "I Love Her"

I know he's holding fast

And then I hug her 'till I start to hurt her.

When she leaves

Oliver turns to water.

Number two, goes by the name William

Because when my conversations turn to poetry

I know I'm feeling him.

But he gets on girls nerves

When he focuses too hard on words

And not on action

Which always gauges a more powerful emotional reaction.

Oh number three I named Steve

Because you will never perceive

His anger's hunger

And when he's with me I feel much stronger

Like Achilles in his rage

But friendships aren't endangered

When he keeps in his cage

Number four, his name's Paul

Because he always wakes you up

With a drunken, desperate 4am call

Oh, he acts so tall though he gets tripped

On the words from her mouth

After a few drinks are sipped

The conversation quickly goes south

Visits AA meetings looking for better health

But like a jigsaw that poison fits in his mouth

Screaming forth comes number five

Hand in hand we jump

From rooftops, practicing our Swan dive

He always helps me defeat that lump

In my throat

Breaking out medieval armor

That helps me storm my inner fear’s moat

To fight my depression dragon

With daredevil poetry & party antics

This wish list is determined

To be filled with ticks

Not with this shallow

Noughts & Crosses politics

Last part of the choir is number six

He has a face with no name

Because he's fond of lies

And plays a deceptive game

He's the personality I fear the most

Because sometimes I think that maybe he is the host

Of this pity party in my cells

Where blood red wine is the drink of choice

And they all struggle over Inner Voice


But these inner demons are not reasons
For any of my past treasons
They are simply multiple personalities
That keep together my realities

Catch Me If You Can

Just a little something I wrote...

i adore

your bones and the tides that pour

over me, from your eyes.

one look brings me

to the eye of the storm,

chairs and tables rush

past so near.

the sky sheds

his blissful tears;

bodies like meadows

calmed

eyelash-leaves

are still.

The ribbons of sunlight fall from cracks in the clouds.

Oh, the words I ached to utter
Lost in eyes that make me stutter

With your blueberry sweater and your shoes untied

And how I felt I could finally lift my mask

If only I would get the chance

How I want to watch you dance

And defy gravity like a god

And we could dance, for way too long

Between the trees and bluebird’s song

Let the ribbons entangle, your limbs for a day.

Let's move like the wind, between the forest leaves in May.

Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.