Infamous Footwear

It’s a harmless hobby really
On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy
(He rather likes men from what I see)

Reason is such a sham,

Without the shape and tone

And hue of rhyme,

Feeling flawed as you

My affections were incomprehensible.
Politically incorrect.
All wrong.

Prolonged isolation,

Home of the Brave

Sleep deprivation,

Land of the Free;

Hands shoved deep into his pockets

She thought, “They belong in my hair”

Shoved deep in his pockets.
(It’s the question of ownership…
With hands shoved deep in pockets
He owns himself).

Today I want to tear this alabaster skin away

From every sick and twisted crime that has been committed In the name of whiteness

Last night
The lover that lives in my Scorpio Moon
Captured me,
Found me out,
Possessed my imagination

Oh! for the taste of

Fresh flesh rising:
Voiceless, passing, pressing of fresh flesh rising.

This morning I awoke,
A melancholy January snowfall.
No Ambition
Bleak

I am the glorious furious Moon Goddess.
My rhythms draw you to my roundness.
I promise you no warmth.
I build you no flowers.

I will have you

For what it’s worth.

 With dignity and balance in mind,

Make you up again on paper,
Cut and paste you to the form.

In the meadow
Running
Round and round
Mad with joy.

Four car ago
Blue appeared
On a good day
When I was feeling vast

I was much taller by mid-afternoon,

Standing up to the struggle,

Blue color thinking

Bruising the blue blood