to my Sidekick

to my sidekick

You stay by my side,
never ask for anything, know all my faults and protect me from them, and
i don’t respect you.
i’ve been keeping you in your place
for as long as i could, cuz
i have the power that
keeps me from feeling your
endless love, or understanding that
i’ve been playing sidekick to
my Self.

to Even Steven

to Even Steven

you think you score
but you ignore
treasure
beyond measure.

I’m a Note

i’m a Note

Speaking is Singing.
Singing is Speaking.
Poetry is Life.
Life is Poetry.

to Family

to Family

the romance is dead.
i’m the head.
motherhood
is good.

an Unanswered Mother

an unanswered mother

more than a woman.
not a man.
she does what she can.
boys look up
until they look down.
everything comes around.

Cut-throat Capital

Cut-throat Capital

the man of the hour
has the power.
our boys and girls die
over sugar, tea,
the unfathomable
craving of humanity.

Recovered Unicycle

recovered unicycle

i was a wheel
lying in a fallow field,
being used by
beetles and birds,
until someone came and
kicked me; and
now: i am rolling again.

Brain Drain

Brain Drain

i go to bed with
what’s in my head,
walk around all day
while my brain plays;
it rambles like a horse.
it even thinks it’s me,
but it’s not, of course.

Tense Shoulders

Tense Shoulders

Custodians of
one way conversations and unwanted observations,
librarians of lies and whys,
rangers for hidden dangers.

Family Business

Family Business

Money was invented by
a clever man
who already ruled the land.
Love was not his thing.
No one heard him sing.
He is gone.
His currency lives on.

Why? Because

Why? Because

Why am i blessed
with wealth and health,
comfortable in the skin i’m in,
at home where i roam,
free?
what does World want
with me?
Because, i would like to know
how it got decided
and so lopsided.

to Mr. Mean

to Mr. Mean

You’re deaf to your shrunken heart.
Your skill is to kill joy.
Your art is to break a boy’s toys
and smother his sunken dreams.
You look after your things and
hear only your drunken song.
You make a minute
seem an hour long.

to Worry

to Worry

You linger in my gut,
warning me about old news.
You hold onto sh*t
you should release.
Feel free to fly.
Go fertilize some flowers.

to Which

to Which

you can say it didn’t happen.
the whole world can say the same.
but it did.
if i speak
and not one believes me,
it still happened,
can’t be unhappened.
call me
Crazy, Witch, B**ch.
it still happened.

Love Note

Love Note
oxygen and fire conspire
in a sweet-scented frenzy
that can’t last
but comes
again and again.

April Moon

April Moon
She traverses Spring’s pregnant dreams,
sets on Morning’s mystery.

To Silence

to Silence

my conversations gossip
in the ladies’ waiting room,
where the timeless door to
participation remains locked,
soundproof, waterproof,
and bulletproof.
you are beyond reproach,
vacationing on my hesitance, reticence
and competence.

Note to ForeMan

Note to ForeMan

i almost took a fall
through the rotting floor,
but i clung to
the crumbling walls
and climbed through a
giant gap in the roof.
i know you won’t.
please don’t call.

Note to Rude

Note to Rude

you come
to your party
with false charm,
doing harm.
you don’t care.
you dare to demand
your desire.
you light a fire,
then take the cake
and leave a fake
phone number.

Tree & Me

Tree & Me

i follow beaten trails to the tender tips of your questing roots.

i return
to rest
in the shade of your senses and we speak.

Language of Silence

Language
of Silence

even when you were
you weren’t.
now you aren’t
cuz you wouldn’t and won’t.
there’s just broken toys
and white noise.

Tree

Tree

your
roots
point
around
Earth.
you see
what
was, is
& will be.

Thinking

Thinking

doesn’t cost
anything.
anyone can
do it.
no one
can stop you.

to Me

to Me

i avoided you.
i kept company
with
Cupid’s Cavaliers;
cuz you
weren’t enough.
but clearly,
i am still here,
Dear.

to Mind

to mind

You forgot who you work for.
You’ve been running amok.
You wake me with target practice.
You have endless ammunition,
but you don’t like division.
I’m back now; so just do your job
and then take a break, please.

Note to Memory

Note to Memory

i sail your sea,
navigating joy
and misery.
you’re here
but you’re gone,
touching me
and moving on.

to the Man In Charge

To the
Man in Charge

you say one thing
then do the other
and tell me that
i don’t see:
you & you don’t agree.

To Anyone and Everyone

to Anyone
& Everyone

passing through
my heart
is made
of yesteryou.

Note to Tree

Note to TREE

i didn’t know that
i’m here because
your roots
brought me
now you want me
to touch the sky
before i die

Note to Insincerity

Note to Insincerity

i don’t know why i
thought i was special
everyone is bait waiting
and you forget
what you didn’t mean
like it never happened

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