naked in the rain

wicked drops

quench each pore

of my sun soaked skin

needles of moonlight

pierce my hungry soul

wild heart

ignited

in birth

oh, yes

Crone’s disease

Not the one of the bowel
Shitty as it is,
The other is worse

The one
Of the old woman’s
Soul
The ones who don’t become
Shamans
The ones who never follow Alice
Down the hole

Fear

Futility and regret
Dis-ease
Lonliness, helplessness
Despair
EXTREME CAUTION
Toooooo few orgasms
Perhaps none at all


Living in the past
Recreating truths
Fabricating love stories
Beautiful tales woven with
Broken dreams

Missed steps
Missed opportunities
Mis-guided
Mis-informed
Misssssssssssssssssssssing life

My heart breaks for
These old women

My elders
My olders

touch my heart and dance my soul
kiss my lips
and
release

surrender your love and
i will fall

this is it baby
the revolution is on

action and
reaction
is all that matters

in this tug
for love

going to bed soon
in the spring rain
we have become
the city of rain
and so have you
so let's dance

i am pushed forward
by the surge
like alice
not lost in the waves
like cinderella

connected to the impulse
of creativity
desire
imagination

passion
willing it to ride me
into eternity
again
and again

urgency to devour
my soul

desperation to drink
my tears

hope to lick my
wounds clean

tears to wash
the blood

dreams to capture
the urgency of my soul

it's not the moment of eternity.....

it's the moments in between
that cast light
into the window
of our being

we never really danced

did we
perhaps on the list
of regrets
perhaps on the list
of things to do
or maybe neither


perhaps