Muse-inspired writing.
Lady
she cradles the microphone
as a robin’s egg
Thunder
the dark clouds rolled faster than they should have
but still leisurely
like a lightly sleeping lion
Voice
they told him to shut up
so he turned and faced
the wall
in silence
Water Lily
all alone in her gaze
at the piano
light years from where anyone could see
Solace
the dead and dreamy moon
hanging from black branches
why does the body cry?
i mean—
every other bodily function seems to serve
some kind of purpose
biologically speaking
but what then is the purpose of a saline solution
being expelled from the eyes
other than the physical expression of human emotion?
See Hear Speak
faithful say
some things he could have improved upon
Old West
handsome devil
step forth from the flames
Beasts
tiny paw prints in the snow
going where they want to go
Finality
they asked me if I wanted to see her
on the 27th of june
Gooseflesh
it is the flush in your face
the salt in your skin
the warmth in your breath
the tickle along your arms
as every hair stands on end
—
it’s the chill in the air disappearing
it’s the freedom to just be
when mine is not mine anymore
and I don’t even mind anymore
Faint Of Heart
that feeling
the first sip of alcohol’s journey down
the warmth spidering out into your belly
Over Easy
eggs on toast
and a chance to wish I was better at something
Innate
I scowl much more than I used to now,
But I smile a lot more, too.
I say what I feel more often,
I question what I once knew.
I don’t let myself believe too much
without having all the facts.
No more second guesses,
No more going back.
I guess that what I know now
doesn’t change my past
I guess that I’m just wiser
stronger
growing now
at last.
