Sleep intoxication

Sleep Intoxication

Inside:

I drink my sleep
In big waves
Of weightless
Thirst

Random lovers
Strap themselves in; (more…)

Entropy

Outside my bedroom window
I hear the wind

Teasing at the leaves
Like a lover (more…)

Beach fires

On the road
I’m driving
Barely nothing
Between me
And the mortal coil (more…)

On dating attorneys … poetry as complaint

Foolish, he thinks
But doesn’t say
Out loud;

To the girl
With poems
In her head (more…)

All night blues

All Night Blues

I’ve heard his voice,
roughed up
by the lyrics of living,
sung out and sweating
between sets;
taking a smoke
and slugging a beer
to soothe his weary chords. (more…)

Vivaldi has quatre saisons

He spoke French

Which I didn’t know (more…)

Lunar love affair … do NOT miss tonight’s luscious Wolf Moon

I admit it: I’m hopelessly besotted with the moon. The moon, in all its phases, makes me feel safe and secure and loved and a little bit sexy and wild, but most importantly, it makes me feel like I belong where ever I am that the moonbeams are falling. Of course, that is all times a gazillion when that baby is full and staring down at me from on high like a lover about to swoop in for the swoon. (more…)

Moon-howling mama

In honor of tonight’s full moon …

She practices French
While washing her hair
— Thinks life is that short.

Takes a lover — (more…)

Truglio’s Preserve

You and I
Cool and dark
In the blind (more…)