Sunday, October 28, 2018

Kintsugi (fair weathered friend)

I am a frantic girl
An eyelash on the dash 
You kissed me hard
In a public place
But oh how you’ve betrayed me,
My fair weathered friend. 
One day a soul shall seek my ghost
And my children’s children will tell my tale 
How my heart was too smashed 
How my crazy turned to stone 
And all that once made me special 
Just made me unstable 
Missing a leg
A useless table
A yard sale fail
My grandmother told me once
That all my scars would make me beautiful. 
Like a Japanese vase 
Patched with gold 
Healed with love
For there is a bee for every flower
But she was just a fair weathered gal
Another fish in the barrel 
Another muddy trail. 

Written October 28th 2018

Thursday, June 21, 2018

A list (Child’s play)

A list of all you do 
Cuz I forgot 
all the things you bought 
Guess J Lo got it wrong 
throw it in my face 
like a lemon meringue pie 
but I won’t break 
like a clown 
or a Ferris wheel broke down 
too much chewing gum in the gears 
you say you love me 
and take it back 
I can prove it 
I have a list 
I kept track 
Cuz my love is not child’s play 
but you gamble it anyway 
I don’t just say it 
I mean it
like a kid out at recess
there is no going back

Written June 21, 2018

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Under the sink..... anyways

I’m such a pathetic woman 
A fool in a ball gown 
One foot in the gutter
One foot in my mouth 
Please don’t tell me i’m better than this 
A child telling the truth 
Stick her in the corner 
Spank her anyways 
There is always a price 
And I will always be this way 
I will always look my shooter in the face 
And I will never flinch 
I will never tell the truth....
Spank her anyways 

Written Jan 30th 2018

Dummy

Silence can be kept in line 
And we don’t cross those. 
We keep them in our pockets
Like unfinished sentences
Misread marriage vows
The wrong name at the wrong time 
I’m such a child at life
Too new
Too raw
Looking at eclipses eagerly
Diving into pools in the dark
Why has the world let me be so dumb?
An Epiphany 34 Years in the making 
A fools handbook left on a train
Using it’s open pages as 
shelter from the rain
I spell it out in capital letters 
And you act blind as fuck
Yeah I made my bed
So I lie in it 
But I’m always thinking of you. 
I’m always keeping your side neat 
No wrinkles in these sheets 
No blood left in these veins

Written Jan 21st 2018