11:00 PM - }}}}} poem232 {{{{{
Current mood: distraught
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Whisper of The Spindle



should The Spindle spare my fingertips
the needle spare my spine
should the pourer spare the wits he drips
should something once be mine
the blackest white
of lies tonight
could lure me 'cross the line.
might words come through
the sounds we chew
might answers fill the space
might things
with wings
parade as true
then melt a metal face.
I think I'd find there is no place
in which to keep what's found
the lights are laced
with souls disgraced
and holes are all around.
so sip the sweetest poison
from a thimble's worth of breath
and if The Spindle spares you
spare me too
and whisper Death

10:41 PM - }}}}} poem231 {{{{{
Current mood: cooky/wacky
Category: Writing and Poetry

fleeting towards tomorrow



special yesterday
plays a fiddle with her tooth
mistaking the roar of complaints
for applause,
her flip-book life
flying happily by her face like a one-car train
to nowhere.
soon happens into the room
spilling himself
in little liquid moments
that last forever.
awfully wretched stains
seep into the hardwood floors
and mock him from the future's lap
purring indefinitely
like the heart of a clockwork motor.
he sighs
and i think I hear the wind blow
fleeting towards tomorrow
like a day
that never comes.

10:27 AM - }}}}} poem230 {{{{{
Current mood: tested
Category: Writing and Poetry

devil on the doorstep



He waited on the porch like a gentle torpedo
wringing moonlit fingers,
the flint to my empty fireplace
as I knelt into a corner
and etched myself into the wallpaper,
hoping to bleed through
and just once..
invite him in.

10:56 AM - }}}}} poem229 {{{{{
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

the warmth of remembering


They're blankets
silken prom dates
cotton girls next door
and that other one
the wary worn-in worry wort
with patches up the side
that look like little ducky prints
blankets
folded in the linen closet
we never intended to exist
but it happened
time buried everything worth holding onto
and we refused to let go
because the distance between ourselves
and everything we're glad of
goes from top to bottom
of a beautiful pile
of blankets.

10:54 AM - }}}}} poem228 {{{{{
Current mood: understimulated
Category: Writing and Poetry

Seven Pretty Pillows (and me)



I've got seven pretty pillows
and a pocket full of change
six clean, empty goblets
and five rooms to rearrange.

I've got pieces of a puzzle.
I've got four big closet doors
and the table by the couch
has three itty-bitty drawers.

I've got two blue, puffy eyes
that can't hide one thing they see,
how I haven't got a thing to fill
the emptiness in me.

10:52 AM - }}}}} poem227 {{{{{
Current mood: giddy
Category: Writing and Poetry

As Dancers




Hold me;
there's music
in the way
we move
together.

10:50 AM - }}}}} poem226 {{{{{
Current mood: drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Color of Drowning



dark purple swimming pools
drink of the holes in our minds
breaking down the walls
between bedroom
and horizon.
one
by
one
primary colors
sift through the filter
and I wonder where we'll be
should we decide to finish
this leftover wine...

10:46 AM - }}}}} poem225 {{{{{
Current mood: pirate
Category: Writing and Poetry

my love is guarded by a monster with my name



What's green turns blue;
springtime melts quicker than softserve.
I understand I speak with the voice of a monster
but that's because I've been one
and I am

afraid of myself,
lost and found
and lost again.
I told you that I would call
because this bomb
I planted on the back of your neck while we were kissing
is bound to explode

in front of somebody.
And I'm afraid...
of rising to your level
and being where I belong
because I've been a monster before
and you didn't believe me when I told you

the first time.
You registered modesty on your Gregory-Radar
and I fell

short of the finish line to your heart
but I didn't know how to make you listen
because I've been afraid of this

all before.

10:44 AM - }}}}} poem224 {{{{{
Current mood: jealous
Category: Writing and Poetry

the husband and the homewrecker



Windows of uglier homes
erupt twice as often,
even if only to syphon the uninvited
tiny children
who leave fingerprints
of melting ice cream sandwiches
much like the footprints a muddy faerie might make
every night sneaking out
through the optimistically unlocked portals in time
to a place where my prayers are answered
instead of hers.

10:41 AM - }}}}} poem223 {{{{{
Current mood: smitten
Category: Writing and Poetry

All Along



your face was the sky
your hands were the wind
and I,
I was your heartbeat
didn't you know that's why you loved me?

10:40 AM - }}}}} poem222 {{{{{
Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry

if the greenhouse wasn't green



Long ago
we lost ourselves
perhaps forever
two seeds in the bottomless basement
left climbing-
our uncertain ideas against gravity
changing
waking
dying to survive the climb to the top of the stairs
where we were blinded
by the bedroom eyes we never knew we had
finding ourselves
blinking in full bloom
like the picture on the side of the package
at long last, alive.

10:38 AM - }}}}} poem221 {{{{{
Current mood: stressed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Easy to Proceed


It isn't fair to steal from you
it isn't right to lie
I don't know why I do these things
I don't know why

between the things I know divided
by what I perceive
it isn't fair to leave you here
it isn't right to leave

deliver me away from me
deliver me away
and maybe by the time I'm gone
I'll know what words to say

to tell you how I'm sorry
how sorry's not enough
how I've always known it's over
since the going's gotten tough

but it isn't fair to ask of you
it isn't right to need
for you to be okay if I am
easy to proceed.

10:35 AM - }}}}} poem220 {{{{{
Current mood: virginal
Category: Writing and Poetry

Signs of The Side-Switcher



Feathers littered the quiet roadside.
Cars flew by like angry beams of light
disturbing the unbroken silence
in quick,
thoughtless spasms.
Your mind's eye bled crimson;
its juices
corrupting everything under its control
and in a flash of blazing headlights
you tore them from their sockets
unwincingly.
I had never seen
broken wings
looking so loveless
or a demon
seeming so pure
so I figured I'd offer you a ride back to my place
to see what you would do
for a twenty.

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Current mood: intimidated
Category: Writing and Poetry

Your Sharp (Forest of Thorns)





My heart,
the bubble traipsing through your radar...



it only blipped once.

10:30 AM - }}}}} poem218 {{{{{
Current mood: savage
Category: Writing and Poetry

poetry of the devilnurse




Heavenly creatures of habit
are nothing without the wings they're used to
throw them
into a world of change
and death by gravity of time
is their surest way
to lose, forever

nobody will ever realize
how similar claiming souls is
to sympathy
you can't hug somebody with stones
but you can soothe them
with the dull side
of time.