Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Plum blossom vision/
fragile red amongst cold gray,
beautiful, wandering girl
pitched smile of humbled radiance/
desire to hold her gingerly in gloved hand,
but fear she will drift as flurried snow.

Scattered sunglow beam,
searching in damp scented night
for rest of ground/
bed of shade,
vanquished diety,
seeking earthen refuge.

I can not reach her.

Vulnerable in cool of breeze/
survived ache of spirit,
want to mend,
repair that which I did not cause/
wicked artifice I did not enact/
as revenant controls choice
from deep recess.

Residual questions rumble deep in eve,
hesitancy prevents her from
blooming in my presence,
prefers instead to wait for who
does not return and fails to note
the eloquence of her fragility.

Still I kneel beside bank edge,
waiting to sip sustenance from her brilliance
as amber splendor bathes us
like dancing sparkflies
in twilight fields of wet grasses.

Her yesterday pains transparent
like bands of cloud streaked blue skies,
shadows of yesterday coiling up like bands of smoke,
and I desire to ease those pulses of agony
which trouble her.

Infrequently she fails to caution my intent,
as I murmur in hushed tone,
fomenting sapphic vagary,
allowing cool breeze to release
into wind
petals of her beauty,
descending to open hand/
she allows me to cradle gently,
the plum blossom vision
that she is.

Monday, September 6, 2010


At 4am this morning

I was reading an
article pertaining to
astrological signs.

It stated Virgos love hard;

are loyal but prone to
desert relationships
emotionally long before
they depart from them

It seems Virgos
can't seem
to form
lasting bonds.

I'd like to say that I am

not so fickle where
matters of the heart
are concerned,

I'm rarely concerned
with matters of the heart,
so I can not say that.

I think women who read

newspapers are sexy.

When men read

it doesn't seem as sexy
to me.

I love women for their

intellect. I love men who
are good fathers to their
intellectual daughters.

I really don't like cats.

And people who eat food
out of houses where cats
reside freak me out.
I don't like snakes

Or Lady GaGa songs.

Or weave,
though I'm not sure how those
things are related.
I'm not sorry for my disdain,
though I apologize if
that offends you.

It's always that way with me.

I express something I don't like
and alienate those I love,
though I'm fickle and
probably wouldn't have loved
them long.

I am prone to upset
those who love me
to the point that they
hate me
long before
I've stopped loving


I am more comfortable
with thinking
someone hates me
than I am with
thinking that I
might be incapable
of being in love.

I ramble when I'm

with my own faults.

When I'm not rambling,

I like to drink hot tea
with milk. It makes
me feel closer to my sister.
She's a Virgo too.

The first time I fell in love

it was with Sylvia Plath.
That was before I knew
I was a Virgo.

I like to cuss.

I don't give a fuck if you
approve or not.

I dislike the heat of summer

until the first cool day of fall

arrives, then a sense of

dread fills me
at the thought of winter
arriving soon.

I will never be content for long,

or so the astrology article stated,
though today I feel

I can sense the temperature

dropping outdoors,
perhaps this happy feeling
won't last that long.

Note to self:

refrain from reading
astrological articles
at 4am.

Newspapers are

far more