i love wild horses
i love wild hair
i love wild flowers
in my hair
i love wild sky
windy and cool
i love wild hearts
free and fool
wild is my nature
wild is free
black is my color
deep like the sea
deep is my love
deep is my soul
deep is the sky
above and below
wild and deep
wild and deep
when you get to the edge
take the leap
indescribable
is the passionate beauty
of nature dying
death is just a word
it doesn’t really exist
ask the cherry tree
you like poetry that’s happy and gay
like watching a disney movie
with nothing to say
just be hypnotized by the mice as they play
cinderella stories not life-like decay
poetry that reeks of disaster
rips the mask off of your
pleasant white plaster
i can’t wait to get drunk again
and write about my pathetically
sad gut wrenching lack of love life
when i had nothing else to give
i gave it all away…like a whore….
i guess i was expecting love in return…
they must have thought there was
an endless supply…they must have thought
i was some kind of goddess whore…
funny….but my love never died…
even when you tried to bury it…
i hope this heart made of blood clots
and broken arrows will someday
flow again
so i don’t wind up here roaming
around….like a pathetic sad ghost
writing sad pathetic poetry…
i lost my marbles
when i was young
they were very old
with swirls of glitter
found in an old house attic
in a drawstring pouch
now searching the internet
for my beautiful marbles
going crazy
just what i needed
another thing to grasp at
marbles should be lost
i remember us
making love like dogs in heat
in abandoned buildings
then you abandoned me
and your love came crashing down
brick by brick by brick
i stood there buried
in the dark waiting for you
but you never came
rising from the dead
drinking my blood to survive
i gave birth alone
if i was younger
i would flirt with you all day
until sundown
but i am missing
a part of me that’s alive
killed by heartache
i don’t know how i even survive
this dead romantic
heart ripped out
replaced by a lotus flower
that grows in the dark
