Sunday, September 26, 2010

cast off this ratty coat
let go this smelly road
i'm trying too hard
enough chasing the feeling
that only exists

Thursday, September 23, 2010

my heart is eclipsed
by this new reckoning of dawn
and i cannot speak

tempered glass
shatters at my temple
cutting rivers from my eyes

at once i am the slaughtered lamb
and the orgasmic goddess
gasping for breath

emergency! emergency!

who will hear but a willow drenched in
the tears of my heart

Sunday, September 19, 2010

stranded at this crossroads
left for dead by the herd
wind chafes my lily white cheeks
and your voice comes

is what's required now

Thursday, September 16, 2010

this is the last poem i'll send you
so i need to do it right

this magical space
(or is it nospace)
between you and me
where i have allowed my
dreams to dance

has been a treasure
of life itself
for me
and i honour your
presence in my life

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

this poem is for dee dee

I am the wolf

you wrap your tiny finger around
a lock of my hair
your legs grip my waist
like a vice
your beautiful brown eyes sink
into my own
and your soul says
'i trust you'
i hold you close and i tell you


'i am the wolf'

your new mama gives you
pretty things
the glasses perched atop your button nose
your old mama couldn't buy
you giggle and serve me tea
but only in the kitchen
not on the carpet

but her name is dee dee
dee dee, i cry
'we're using her christian name now'
says the new mama
dee dee giggles
no glasses
or pretty dresses
can hide the shadows
of her heart
'where is junior, she asks'
'where is my brother?'

i hold her close as i say goodbye
she asks when i'll come again
rain falls from my face
soon, dee dee, soon

as i open my book to record a note
i am the wolf

i see dee dee's mama
alone at the street corner
shivering, shaking
awaiting the next wave of extacy
to wash her away
i sit with her and she cries
she cries the stories of a hundred years
she tell what happened at
the mush hole
and the tears
become a puddle at her feet
she cries for all her children
gone to her, forever
she cries for her sisters and aunties
and for the moon she doesn't know
and the puddle becomes a river
we hold each other and the river carries us
she cries for her father she never knew and for
the trees and skies and earth
that used to know her name
her tears flow like waterfalls
consuming the earth
in a great flood
she cries for the babies not yet born
and the medicines she does not have

i hold her tight and we are washed away into the
wildness of her aching soul
and still
and still
i am the wolf

Saturday, September 4, 2010

you say
i'm your dearest friend
and so it's into that knowing
i cry
i wish you could hear