Mars

On my bicycle, I transcend categories! Tell me, officer, am I slow pedestrian, meandering through life, or am I noisy automobile, fogging up the air? And, oh please, you know ...

(If you knew my town it might be easier to appreciate, but I still need advice on stanzas, word choice, etc.) My Town My town is big enough for the ...

My hand's right there- right on it- and I can feel it pulsing and throbbing like something about to explode beneath my fingers, which are trembling, by the way, because ...

"Hon, I don't know where you do more acting. On stage or offstage or backstage or what." My therapist said that to me after the umpteenth time I paid her ...

Interesting dilemma: love and words, or love for words, as fancy dictates such. Both as exciting as soaring birds, who love flying, I dare say, just as much. But whom ...

arrogance is no excuse I walked in the halls waltzed, really, in and out of consciousness observing or not observing or waking up or sleep walking or just walking. He ...

je souhaite Two people threw coins into the recesses of a wishing well. One wished for love: the love that doesn't die, true love and life love and all love ...

Eulogy Chrysanthemums line the path I walk As I roam the graveyard at close of day. Wondering if the dead could talk- What have they seen, what would they say? ...

I'm drinking my last hurricane Like jamais vu on crack cocaine Your hazel eyes drive me insane. The chemistry is frying my brain It's much too tangible to explain I'm ...

He was always so kind to me, only to me, until enchanted with her smile, he cast me aside and married her under the sweet orange tree. I never knew ...

If I could leave you I'd break free unlock my door and throw the key into the crashing waves below - escape from truths that I well know are truly ...

We had the world at our fingertips, love-- neither sky nor ground could hold us. With wings that birds would be jealous of, we flew and danced like lovers must. ...

do not fall too far, fast and sink in black dirt i know it's soft, but ________ i love it drowns you. ____ you we planted our seedling in the ...

A sidewalk oceanbroken softly by sky tearsdrip-drop sounds like homeGravel-studded roadflanked by horses and fences;a place no cars go.Nature's beauty willnot be confined to three lines.I am still try

sanctuarymy body is an ivory cagewhere all is chrysalis-bound;no butterflies of words so sagecan on my tongue be foundand every clever thought is swallowedto feed my lizard kingswho live inside ...

Your skin is a desert--a mirage of golden sand,dead wings and twitching things.Dust spills out your mouth, wet wordsfrom mine: they will die in your body curls like burning leaves(parched ...