back again

i dream of an untouched past
my childhood
how hasty it wanted to amble by
i miss the boney house and warm fireplace
eighteen brief winters
found me envisioning impending wants
where composed candles cast choreographed light
on lemon walls and polished wood
the smell is fragrant and familiar
i yearn for the delicate hands
to crisscross dance through my hair again
for a deep voice to sing of
sad rivers and lost love
while shy caring eyes
speak a language all their own
and if only
once more
i could slide back the smudged glass
and enter a realm
an oasis of lessons learned
where the flowers drink tears
spiders construct universes

and feline gods rove and rule

the devil has two heads

both are electric and boiling

mechanical, with some kind of wicked ability

the head on the left is female

although nothing about her is soft

she wails for the blue-black air,

a forgotten memory

burnt and lost forever

the other face is a man's

how sinfully wonderful he sings

you can feel how wrong it is

but he whispers in your ear

tells you to be still

kisses your shoulder

you cannot help but say yes,

don't make it hurt

i cut off my hair today. it is now chin length. and i dyed it a richer red. somehow i find change so revitalizing. so, i wrote a poem..

i feel the the fire in my hair dripping

sweet energy to my dusty feet

like tears from above

saving a dryed up well

pure and perfect in taste

a babies first sense of life

hope shows her face once more

could this be the last time?

while squares tap

to clicking beats

i am reminded of crows

a line of black calling endlessly

to the damned

(none have ears)

while vagabonds are forced to listen

sitting under safe bridges

crossings for better days

finding temptation bolder

with each stabbing screech

how the morning sun pacifies

the dark messengers

and sends them

like a wave of oil

back to into the soil

back to hell