break-up at LAX

my wet eyes; you are blurred from my vision
walking backwards from me
our once intertwined hands drop
heavy as lead

planes reach their destinations:
a neat- freak's suitcase, all alignments of black and blue
a pack- rats treasures, all muddled and bundled
i remember your suitcase holds my ratty yellow kitted sweater
a confession: i allowed kitty to pee on it before you left

but now my mind is a blank slate:
i sit and eat panda express emotionless
the grease and soy sauce tastes like bile in my throat
my lemonade, iced tea, and sprite concoction makes me shiver
as the abundance of ice crashes and tumbles into my teeth

the people around me talk excitedly about their travels
but i am motionless in my cheap plastic seat
the neat freak aligns his utensils around him with purpose
but i am content with the noodles that splatter the table before they hit my mouth

congratulations:
you have become a passenger abroad the LAX plane
destination unknown
at least the pack rat has his treasures;
all you have is vile kitty pee on the sweater of your's truly

and you don't have this blubberous intoxicating food
which tastes good now that all you have is salted peanuts;
which you hate (i assume) in a perfect airport world

but at least in your suitcase have your favorite purple tie
oh, how i wish i was that ratty purple tie!
i would hang around your neck and weigh you down
like these pot stickers in my stomach

teach me to dance

i see you smiling
i'm not going to pretend you're not
i smile along
do you see me?

i see you laughing to yourself
a memory that waltzes through your brain
i dance along to your song
do you see the clumsy steps unfold around me?

i see you writing
recording your tails of arabian nights and foreign pastures
i think about where you've traveled
i've pack my bags, take me with you?

...

inspiration-
yankee bayonet/ will be home then
by the vitamin string quartet

the carnival

the carnival is dark and mysterious

clowns twirl their feathered hair

red carved smiles hide grimaced mouths

pink painted cheeks dripping dust from sweat and grime

children's laughter ricochets off the rides' metal carcasses

gray-yellow light cascades throughout heads of soft down

mother's wary eye watches from above

her hand, though rough and hard, dances around the whimsical facade

the clowns dance faster and faster

spinning and weaving huge nets of fly-away web

children's eyes are filled with red smiles and pink cheeks

but mother's eyes widen to see grimaced mouths and dripping paint

children skip and fly into the web by clowns

giggles erupt- they are covered and warm

mother cries out- they're strangled and helpless

but the clowns' lips curl as they teach the children

the dance of the carnival

hide and seek with mr. fox

i am so transfixed, you really are clever:

eyes look from corner to corner;

sly and swift like fox running low on yellow trails

smile quick and gone once i blink;

made almost unreal thus never converted to memory

teeth sharpened and glistening;

better to devour up words and their hidden meanings

your arm closes in over my eyes;

you say, "let us play hide and seek"

but i say, "i am tired, let us play another day"

who is clever now fox?

Anorexic (Hope and Soul Revised)

Mia's black-hole eyes peer into mine

With Her mysterious darkness and beauty

I run to Her brilliant light to see, for I am blind

I jump into Her spindly arms for comfort, for I am alone

She opens her mouth; a vast hole

Wider and wider

Out pours a thick swarm of black bees

Each bee a tear drop of promise,

Each bee stinging me with their mechanical sound

I open my arms wide and Mia starts reshaping

My cream bones replaced with aluminum and steel

My erratic thoughts becoming mechanical and controlled;

Black bees

With tears I see the Others She's left sowed and shaped:

Squirming on the cold concrete

Porcelain faces burnt and seared by her brilliant light

Glass hands cracked and splintered by her spindly arms

Her black bees bite at their cheeks as well

Despite their glistening and sunken eyes

I call for Mia in the dead chilled night

Mia's a crane over me, the bones of steel poke through Her back

She recruits me to the army if the Others

And I march in line, finally perfection

The mechanical buzz loud in our ears