Cellophane moon rides high in sky
Moon tides burst with song
Stings my unnurtured heart with ruptured longings deeper
than sea ringing inconsolably
Jimmies the lock triples the false starts below the bistro
glows yellow lights glimmer
Flickr the night away dreaming fritter the morning sun
warming the ground I lie upon
Pray to the diverse universe of sounds emerge reborn from
the womb
I am
The sting hurts worse the first time I lay claim to
Cleopatra’s birthright
Scent from heaven
Love makes wrongs right
You get it or you don’t
Try harder to bite the dust emerging from my womb
Clean house, sweeps dirt from beneath the rug
hidden corners emerge bathed in dawn’s light
Aglow with merchandise to show I sweep the surface below
words running rapids
Afraid of the flow falling unbidden from lips unspoken
nerves violet loves
bright blue golden fringed butterflies dance in my eyes
Walking through the rain at daybreak, no longer feel
teardrops flowing with the rain
Flooded by memories, past difficulties, unable to eradicate
even one memory
Live through memories daily, replay in my head, I can’t deny
Memories thrive, can’t forget no matter how hard I try
Memories linger, replay day after day
Memories cling to me like worn out clothes
I have the sense to trash these memories insist, resist any
effort to throw them away
Memories return to torture me repeatedly
Lure me to decipher hidden sentiments tucked away
To lonely dark secluded places deep beneath the rubbish that
stands for anything real
I assign a name to a place tortured by time grown wise
beyond the horizon
anger seethes beneath crimes committed, I admit my guilt,
“The fault … is not in
our stars, but in ourselves.” *
Memories stand in my way. I am my own personal Judas
Iscariot.
Between dawn and dusk searching for remnants of luck, stuck
in no man’s land
Under a moonlit sun
Lost in traffic disgruntled and disavowed
Eyes gaze into mine deeper than the deepest
see emerging from the constraints in my veins,
crumbs from my womb sweep clean, a diamond ruby triumphs
Blinding sun breaks at the crack of dawn, mystifies soul
watcher
Desire tinged edges lost in the catacombs of fire
* Julius Ceasar
