Cranberrylemonadefourlokoing on the wall Summer 2010

Oh holy moment
of very existence!
This should be enough
but sometimes it is hardly
any at all!
Amen Sister!

Shroomin' on the Wall Summer 2010

I am wanting and yearning
and searching for what but the tile floor?
To express how much I love you
but I was born without the tools
I was born as I am. And I
yearn to love the depth of you
the depth of you to press against
my own cheek.

was written in March 2010

Thought: the product of anxiety
Leaves lines across your putty face
I could smooth with a smile but prefer 
a never-ending grimace.
You tell me I am purple,
irrational
a bitch
a beautiful girl in a beautiful bra
But you remain unsatisfied with your definitions and
rest your anxiety on freckled hand.
Never did you look so down.
A freckled hand: the product of eternal blush gone fickle.
So he tilts his head, and never does he look so down.
So he forgets to annunciate as he mutters from his stuffy nose.
High pitched nasal insults with vocal chords gone soft.
I can love him
But I understand him better when I don't look.
So I leave the stoop and leave the state
with distance as the product of indecision.
Because if I wanted to I would have.
I may be responsible but deny blame
Because you and I both know that the woman is responsible for production
and we are what we create.
But I keep my tongue still because
I am taught to hate the shit that escapes.