Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers 
 

He carried me to the place of dead flowers
Where I spent my water for liquid gold
He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands
I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me

Is that my worth, only dead flowers?


© Joy Leftow 1996

Friday, May 20, 2016

Vacation Time

Catskills Cabin Getaway

Babbling brook behind my cabin 
Birds chirp, picking dirt with beaks
A red-breasted robin alights on the ground
Water rushes over stones
Babbling a lost language
Sun shines like diamonds 
Bubbling over running brook
I pick my city head
Strive to reduce daily strain, din
Fallen trees and boughs
Set together like someone put them
Tried to slow the brooks flow,
Make the water flow go slow 
Maybe Sandy threw trees there,
Two years ago
Hear the water roll
Constant sound all around
Creek Sparkles in sun and night
In rain, creek sparkles too
See water fill creek
Hope that Sandy won’t come visit
Again, show her other cheek
Return to the present, beauty surrounds me
Wonder if we can witness beauty with no fear








Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Lost Love Song

Baby you’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,
Baby you’re no good
You snore like a wild boar sleeping winter away
Eyes wide open, pretend you’re awake
Dirty little secrets tucked away
Hide behind waves of nausea
Send me off the deep end
While you snore away
Night and day, night and day, never awake
Snore day and night away
Pretend to be alive while I live the dream
Dream a little dream for me
Break my heart with your insistent sleep
Away your life in a misty gleeful mess
Liking life on the edge
The very thought of you makes me cringe
Life on the edge while searching for a way to hedge
climb the ledge to a new nice ice way
while climatic shards whip my heart into shape
The very thought of you
Brings me to the edge
Breaking up is hard to do

Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Yeah yeah
Yiyaye hehahay, Ah ah

My heart fakes desire like a wind up car
Eat my cake and like it too
Cause breaking up is hard to do
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby you’re no good
My breaking heart and I agree we were never meant to
You hide behind walls of deceit,
pretend you’re awake when you’re barely alive
I cry, “Baby please, please hear my pleas! Baby please!”
Too smart for our own goods,
we waver endlessly to the beat set before us,
You hide, we glide on angel’s wings
Each day obsessing over beginning, find a new way to start each day
The very thought of you   (fade out)

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Dilemma in Love, Text-versation

DILEMMA

He texts that he misses her
Wants to hold her hand and walk
Her where he wants to go
She replies, “I’m here, I’ll come there.
You can see me if you want!”
Receives no text reply back
Seemingly texts disappear into the worldwide web
She’s definitely out of her depths
No communication, she’s perplexed
Feels vexed by how he disses her

No more dinners,
No more talks about art
No more park walks
Insisted on sleeping on her side of bed
Now there’s no more courting
She wonders whom he sees
On his nightly midnight forays
She wonders what happened
Whom he spends his time texting today
Some sweet gal who’s a dime
Gets all your sweet texts instead of I?
Before sex, she saw him thrice weekly
Now post sex she barely sees him at all

Ponders if there’s a correlation
Between his loss of attention and
Someone new on his horizon
He declines to mention
Wonders who he texts instead of her
Midnight he texts, “I miss you,"
Her exclusion proves otherwise

She tries to engage him in text-versation
Sends each text with trepidation
He appears to be on vacation
Surmises she can’t read lies in his eyes
Wonders if she’ll ever find love
That provides compensation for pain and suffering
She doesn’t want to cry
Wants to rise above pettiness
She puts on a happy disguise
Prances on her way,
Evades further speculation