the small woman

she might have fallen
down the stairs

a broken neck killed her
no one cares

her hair once red
turned to stone

she became sharply bitter
left alone

she might have faded
into age

her romantic passions
simply rage

but brilliance there
came undenied

it doesn't matter
how she died

what you're bringing

it's time to
capsize

i'm drowning in your hurricane lies

abandoned on a sandy shore beside a tidal pool
you think i'm like Wonder Woman but who's the bigger fool

i've stalked this apartment floor in the sweat of a summer afternoon
counting down the seconds wondering if you'd be coming home soon

and a lonely bell keeps ringing,while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing

yeah, i finally looked under the scarlet rug and found the jungle key
and out of the doorway escaped none other than simple me

and i found a pretty boy who is more than just a pretty toy
he carries my heart inside his little wooden cart

and there are flowers with their petals watching how we dance
the garden path is wandering in a circle called romance

and a lonely bell keeps ringing, while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing

yeah, everybody thought i was just a crazy girl with a rose tattoo on her hand
as if i had no backbone to confront you and take a stand

why didn't you notice i was lonely for far too long
when time passing talked to me and wrote this sad love song

and a lonely bell keeps ringing, while my courage keeps on singing
it's not what i'm leaving with, so much as what you're always bringing

green tea

front stage
near the center board
purple haze in my eyes
hearing your exhausted sighs
helpless on the floor:

i can't lift you anymore.

green tea
cooling in my hand
a puff of smoke rises
as though it finally realizes
linger and you sleep:

it's just memories that i keep.

CO highway 70

an awesome hike
and mountain bike
Vail Pass
Buffalo and Quandry and Holy Cross
Copper
the Gore Range
Continental Divide
Keystone
A-Basin
Silverthorne and lake Dillon
Loveland
there is a reason
for high peaks
the meadow flowers
clear creek canyons
rushing water
wildlife
the fresh air
verdant
greenery
abundance everywhere.

lotus flower

i'm standing here
in my Christ suit
face pulled tight
none too cute
hands hardly bricks
playing hot licks
while another lover
makes me pay
i don't have time for that shit today
my mescaline mind
ain't worth a dime
floating over Cloud City
breaking my silence
seeking titty
at the traffic light
searching in August air
i see there
tight leather blond hair
hungry eyes
i surmise
wine glass
i'm raising the bar
thinking ass
when Moon comes closer
with her big bass drum
and her guitar
begins to strum
for over an hour
lotus flower
inside a big brown bag
on the sidewalk crack
she's offering me
her tempting snack
& i thought of the many places
i've used rope and laces
searching for truth
in and out of frenzied youth
when explosions in the sky
frighten my appetite
& you know why
sleepless in the night
i still open the door
an endless blast of endless war
is kicking at my memory door
i sit down hard
face the wall
wondering if
you'll ever call.

how we kiss

my Prozac fool
skinny little disco queen of nowhere
in your favorite cup of tea
you won't find me

carrying flowers to your birth
with all my teeth inside a cup
your cold dark eyes
still see shadows in the skies

i'm losing everything on Earth

my blue steel breast
sad sun prosperity lady
all i could hope to be
is something which you'll never see

a foreign beggar in a French lasso
finding pleasure by a camp fire dance
your black bear teeth
constantly grinding me into grief

i'm losing everything i know

between the hurried and the dead
there is no random sweetie talk
and so this
is how we kiss