Ruby Love

How can I explain my love
Forceful, potent love of

You, never shall you know
Adoring stitches I have sewn

Prick of needle, in and out
Blood on linen, marking doubt

Remember on the avenue
With brick-red crayon I outlined you

You so tall and smile so bright
I pining that you might

Mention me as in your dream
Candy vision, crisp, citrine

Yet, I requiring ruby love
Mining insufficient of



If you are seeing this

Know that together

We have crossed the threshold

Into dystopia

We can’t crowd source the ransom

For we have already paid the price

For the loss of the sensory


Sweet, sweet tonic
Where are you
I want to drink you in
And stumble in your sparkle

Are you champagne
Are you whiskey
Are you absinthe
Are you blood, red, passion poison

Cryptic, profound drink
Potion for my pounding heart
Elixir for my pulsing soul
Where did you go

I need you still
Need you here with me
Need you next to me
Need to taste your words


Stay away
I am nothing but trouble

Be afraid
It is justifiable

I will take and push
Till you’re through, through

Disturbingly dark
I will stain you

Flee fast from my quake
Steady ground is at stake

Nothing but trouble
I am your mistake

Girl with Blue Hair

There is a girl with blue hair
A tiny, striking girl
With piercing eyes
They call her introvert
She sighs a warning once she speaks
She will reveal all
She quietly knows the meaning
Going on around her

Her contradiction is an art
Art is genius
She is an artist
Her tresses dipped in paint

Long Love

Long time
Long life
Long love
Long, long love

Child love
Heart love
Kiss and tell
Baby love

Baby love for life, love
Love-child heart
Kiss and love baby
Kiss me now baby

Kiss long and tell
Baby tell my heart
My heart longs
For long love


Do you brightly grin, speaking slickly chosen words
Only that others might buy your amphetamine?
Are your motives ever borne of animal need
For the licking of shared wounds?
Or are you wily and nimble
Selling your speed until high moon?
Do you ever abandon gain, empty your pockets
and go to prowl, smitten with another?


Push it
What if we push it
Will it topple
Will it sway
Will we lean into the meaning
Can we expose the reality
Push it
What if I push it
Will you run
Will you go away
Will you lean into my longing
Will it expose our needing
Push it
What if you push it
Will you fall into the listening
Will you learn on my back
Will I let you fall
Will I let you be imperfect


Rocket to the moon
Iris full of stars
Gathering sparkly pixie dust
Fueling up on Mars
Planet orange as sugary Tang
Seat from which to watch big bang
Aerodynamic time of thrust
Shiny silver projectile lust

Not a Poem

This is not a poem of unrequited love
Not a poem of longing
Of yearning

This is not a poem of hurt and broken heart
Not a story full of woe
Of betrayal

This is not a poem of how do I go on
Not a fantasy daydream
Of chemistry

This is a poem of truth of earth, of body, of mind
Of piercing ache
and then release

Spinning dervish, fear and fear
Brain in stomach, scream gut feeling
One hundred stories made of sound
Landing softly
On the ground
The ground