new poems

Where I Once Belonged

It was pretty once
Like a soft pink bud soaking in sunlight
Or what it thought was the light from the sun
Perspiring under a heat lamp of hope from everyone else

A new rose soon to bloom
Not realizing there was no room
On an old sheet soaked by the future's tears
Where the years had laid offspring too plump to roll over

This separate mess so simple
A thorn lying in wicked wake for mutiny
A bitter-bird plotting to come along and consume
A baby lying in a bundle sprung from nature to arise into
Something unnatural even for a robin's flight or an armored night

Should she give it one last try
Break up the spikes in her side, or ride
On a feather's flight until she reaches the plight
Of someone else's fantasy, should she reach it tonight or

Will she awaken soon
To the subtle sound of it's bloom
To its success at finally finding the room
To raise up among thorns so vulnerable that
she'd wither and
die?

Black Light

Soft glow
sits the harsh world down
Numbs the lookers-on
in alliance with the incense
While they sit silently
listening to music too bold
For any kind of competence
that could stir up an intuition
Neon glow grows up
from the white-painted walls
Reflects to them all
the pride they once highlighted with pride
Blue now through and through
melting down around the room
Watch as it begins
to bleed onto them, too
They stare long into
a purple-lined bloom
Go blind until
sunlight shatters this tomb.

A Rose Blooms in Winter

A rose once drawn upon my hand
The sun too shy to stay too long
It grows from skin and blood and sand
And when it blooms, so does a song

It curls to you to hear you sing
A deeper red it shades for you
As roots begin to form a ring
And veins bleed with a brighter blue

If ever you should choose to stop
And take from her the air you breathe
Each petal of her frame would drop
And crumble, would she, should you leave

Electric Kiss

Staring long into a purple-lined bloom, I
Wait for you, the
Waiting feels like falling, the
Falling feels like the lights are cleansing you, with
Blue and pink and mango reflections on the
Wine glass, wet from where you left a
Red wine, I'm
Shining like the green glow that
Shades the rings formed from my mouth, my
Tongue is pulsing out a beat of strings that
Run to you like a tiger cub still in
Love with his mother's touch, take
This tree-ribbed tube and tie
Me to an electric beat, I
Hear it waltzing down snow-blanketed streets while
The only leaves still alive
Wrap around my frosted skin and from
Me drips a whale's worth of sin, I'm
Riding a ray of light, see
A mini yellow me light up your black rimmed eyes, you've
Made me into fire, burnt
Your lips on each square inch, I'd
Walk along the boulevard of a Keystone brew, dive
Myself right into you, if you'd
Shine your purple-lined bloom into
This room forever