Daily Chores Were Moments of Reflection

a box full of meds swimming in bubble wrap
a glass of ice water from the tap
clean the kitchen before bed
or the belt will sting your legs

shock my system just a little more
tell me how far to step
away from the door
thoughts of running, bare feet and hands
taking out the trash
i take a secret puff from my secret stash
but even then i can feel your eyes

they drill into my back like that tool
from papa's shed, which i don't mind
as long as you can't get inside my head

now is not the time for bonding
now is not the time for making up
now is the time for determination
now is the time for growing up

What Started as a Road Trip Turned Into an Escape Route

stuck in the backseat
folding and unfolding my hands
to the beat of some unknown song
from the last minute mixtape
created in your basement.
eyes to the rearview
a nervous smile from me to you

it's just a ride
she whispered before the door opened,
before i could find my center
while my mind shifts gears
in the wrong way
and i wonder if this car will get us to the bay
with the tank half full
but mine on empty

pray...
like never before
i think of my grandmother declaring:
girl you better give your heart to the Lord.
in your secret grope
i thought the steering wheel broke
leaving us stranded and branded
cows with a slaughter house destiny

speed past this town
switch all the lanes you want
just don't leave me here
for dead so my ghost can haunt
these roads leading to guarded walls,
coated with the blood of strayed animals
and people whom i can't scream my truths to

it's just a ride
i think, looking out the window
a bottle of brandy warmly tucked between my
tired thighs, going to spend the night
snip, snipping away dead ties

come on baby dance my way
teach me the art of going astray
show me where my hands can play
i promise you won't notice
night turn to day
and while you sleep i will not creep
away into the darkness holding socks and underwear
i'd rather lie and watch a serenity rarely seen
between two strangers not knowing where they've been
hooked at the knees when morning comes
tangled sheets where our bodies were put to test
i'll kiss the beat between thighs that never rest

Texas Was Not On My Mind

how hard was the day
to cause your eyes of pain
to look my way as the clock stroke eight
and i shivered at the whistle of the freight

you wanted to board a speeding car
i could tell but i just didn't have the heart
to follow you on the quest
for whatever you lost years ago

taken as lack of love
taken as disloyalty
taken as a sign of failed destiny
my hands whimpered beneath the strength of yours
you would not let me go
until the grip ceased my bloodflow

the whistle grew
with the drumming of the oncoming war
trapped between the time i gave you my soul
and the time you served tainted blood

no breathing...
you whispered.

'til the moon is darkened and i am through
clearly, a woman's pleas meant nothing to a man
in need of conquering the threat of
"no longer mine"

lights out in this corner of the world
just you, your red 100, and i
does it constantly come down to this:
death within after months of bliss?

the carpet rolled beneath my feet
taking away the balance i once knew
and like a cold 1941 morning of a jew
i had no choice but to follow you

The Baroness

the baroness thought she knew
herself, herself, herself, on a day
when all seemed right
a moment alone from the struggle of life

to be swept away from this...
place, caught up in the exotic
on a mundane petticoat chase
when the wind blew and took a peek beneath her dress

the baroness held tight to
secrets centuries kept with
her fingers in her hole and her legs on the man who slept
near and dear to her on a full moon night

in whose last breath she whispered:
baroness' can put up one hell of a fight

It's A Circus, I Swear

her life has gone to the midgets
caught in the storm of aesthetic images
kept hidden from the public for thousands of years
she stumbles on the sacred garden rocks
shaped and colored like the young man's cock
shown to her during the feast of Dionysos

she was followed home
on her bare heels the purple gnome
held on wanting to discover secret passages
written overtime by she and her ancestors
you can not undo the works of evil hands with your mouth sewn shut
scorpions in your pants crawling inside you
to eat the residue swallowed on a whim
while in the company of fools

Dear UPS Man

take it down to the train station
where your mother's probably waiting with a sigh and dark-circled eyes
she reveals her age without speaking

take it up to the second floor
place it in front of the wired-shut door
and hold your breath, the smell of love-making oozes from the cracks
a fuck for good luck while the kids play black jack

ship it to the north during winter
for skinny legs that pass as splinters
lying in the palms of men-stained night clubs
tucked in dark corners downtown
her name is Lilth, her Revelon-red hair covered with his filth
but she doesn't mind, just something to pass the time

hold on tight, don't start a fright
amongst old women still pushing their hearts to their sleeves
burning their bras and flying ribbons on All Hallows Eve
they tell you stories of a forever lasting period: not worthy for the maxi!
respect, respect, respect

She Was In, But They Wanted Her Out

down in the valley
just west of the apple orchard
she lied face down in the field
where thirty minutes ago the whole gang
banged out their shields
bound by blood, sisters and brothers
die by the sword than give each other trouble

but she was weak
valid reason to terminate and not put to use
and i lingered in the shadows
while the blows and pops grew louder...harsher by the hour
thoughts of Rapunzel unable to escape her tower
even with all that golden hair
beauty turned to despair

her porcelain face became that of
a tossed doll, played with more than usual: shut mouth to keep the sound in
falling to her knees she simply couldn't see
familiar cheeks once kissed by her lips that were bleeding

and i lingered in the shadows shackled by rules and fear
not wishing for death on this God-less new year
bound by blood, sisters and brothers
death by a bullet that should have missed her

down in the valley
just east of the apple orchard
the forbidden dance of betrayal performed for
one from six others
and here i stand with invisible blood on my clean hands