Oh

Oh.

Oh,
how I long
to see
your sweet-sour
lips
finally, passionately
kissing my
ass.

2001

Untitled (My kisses)

Untitled

My kisses
are the penned words
I write oh so carefully
upon the smooth, white page
of your neck

1999

Untitled (Lately)

Untitled

Lately
I have this
Dream...
where I'm
Choking...
on so many
Butterflies...
until I'm finally
Dead and
Decaying...
with so many
Butterflies...
still flying their
Color...
around my
Head.

2001

Untitled (I'd like to begin a poem)

Untitled

I'd like to begin a poem
without the word "She", and
I'd like to end a dream
without ever seeing "Her".
And where do you get the nerve, lady?
Barging your way into
my Dreams,
my Poetry; uninvited and
tresspassing.
Doesn't your husband know you're
gone, out;
late at night, midnight in my dreams,
and three-am upon your pillow?
Doesn't your husband miss you,
when your name is dull upon his lips,
and I begin another poem
with, "She"?

2009

Untitled (I've wrapped ribbons 'round my Muses)

Untitled

I've wrapped ribbons 'round my Muses,
like one-thousand hangman's nooses,
tight and cruelly 'round the necks
of just as many martyred Queens.
But I have found my sweet solution
to overthrow this revolution
and do away with every stone,
each lover's cross, and guillotine--
I will untie my Muses' ribbons,
tell them their hearts are all forgiven,
and I won't write them one more word
of poetry.

2008

"On the Impermanence of Sunflowers"

"On the Impermanence of Sunflowers"

These Sunflowers
stand, at ease,
beautiful orange and yellow
giant green leaves
reaching, together, intertwined.
They will not survive,
these Sunflowers.
They will fade out,
dry out,
and die.
Not because they rest
cut off at the stock,
but because they are
alive.

2008