Bruxism
that's what they called it
grinding her teeth
at night while she slept
only one of the nasty habits
she'd picked up
the main reason
she still needed
to unlock those damned doors
Her subconscious
still directing
the plot
tangled
inside a sixties B movie
protecting her
by hiding
the truth
redirecting
her thoughts
leading her
towards the light
but the dark
still beckoned
leaving a slick stain
beneath the sheets
of her memory
like unwashed skin
exuding its distinct odor
she had to find the key
she had to let go of the ring.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Defiance
How does this sound for the prologue of my new book?
She’s thought about it
way too long
anger simmering
like pasta writhing
in boiling water,
only she doesn’t soften.
Lingering in the old pot
as she plots and
plans her escape.
The final details
appearing as foam
on a briny bank.
One last thing
before she departs
into the unknown
a card
to a loved one
with
unconditional
instructions.
She’s thought about it
way too long
anger simmering
like pasta writhing
in boiling water,
only she doesn’t soften.
Lingering in the old pot
as she plots and
plans her escape.
The final details
appearing as foam
on a briny bank.
One last thing
before she departs
into the unknown
a card
to a loved one
with
unconditional
instructions.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Human Equation
We are a speck
in the grand scheme
of the universe
ignorant and
full of hot air
waiting for Mars to appear in the night sky
billions of tiny pulses of energy
lowered to their least common denominator
like lightning bugs in a glass jar
Studied from space
like a lab experiment
impatient for the resolution
for a brilliant scientist
to discover the true meaning
behind the meaning
Or are we mere child’s play?
Is it all an illusion
Is our splinter of hope
Fool’s gold
Will we try to use it
to feed
the hungry
cure cancer
What is it about the moon?
Dare we recall
or is it better this way
GOD
If you do exist
have some pity
on us
we still don’t know why
we are here?
Monday, July 26, 2010
Waiting for Dawn
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Cookie Cutter Shark
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