Manicmuze

"His bowed hat, and all of that blue tucked up under for the under-loved, the under-paid and the fading ones. Those shades of blue he's unpacking, tunes about lacking, those baby left me, baby blue..."

"Doctor tell me   why do the nights stir me up like this, the room pirouettes, corkscrews, the thunder kicks the mattress and I walk the dark like a scared child crying for someone to turn on a light ..."

"like permanent marker you stain my fabric, soak through the synthetic into my bloodstream like poison, swimming upstream fertilizing my imagination, causing convulsions of thought I ought not think..."

"In whispering thoughts and sheets of white, the vision comes, enters me suddenly, without a sound, brings the ceiling down to touch my nose, and all the words begin to sing in harmony. It is a piece o..."

"We're different As night, day, all shades of grey We don't always agree And we don't think the same ...Isn't it a miracle Like a rainbow Is made up of all color All levels of intensity Brightness an..."

"bridges cross over passing rivers, flowing streams but sometimes we stop in between, soak it in see our own reflection if we are washed clean through water, baptized, set free then tears are a form ..."

"perhaps its raining there i wonder how you're feeling if you're dreaming at this moment of a sunnier day or if you're locked away somewhere feeling sorry for yourself the way i do sometimes on rainy S..."

"The long notes wear dark sunglasses, lean against my bedroom wall holding their breath, humming death, scratching their balls with such masculinity. I improvise another person’s voice, toned and rhyt..."

"I read him and think- of when love abounds, little girl searching- he carried me home, along riversides, across maiden springs, little girl searching- a whispering ring, I read him and say, in ‘hope f..."

"this is a cage, these are the bars, these are the scars from trying to escape, here are the scratches, the holes and patches, the claw marks on the pantry door this is the cellar, the storeroom..."

"I want breakfast served on the side of a morning fuck, steaming coffee, sweaty sheets, a soft touch breaking smiles like daylight sun, silk unlaced, clothing undone, the slow slide of a hungry tongu..."

"Eighteen, I knew everything. Lust has no power steering, you go where ever it takes you. Running with the moment, like there would be no others. His eyes were climbing fast, and I was ready for the r..."

"she imagines if he rolled around in her stirred slowly toes in sand she would thicken, turn to cream, drip between his fingers on his hands stretch the moment over August the heat of summer the oce..."

"rare blood slithers through me typed RH negative a flash flood of unknowns spills out in these poems in a blink of burgundy my pen is lazy, raw in its form, the words, like scabs torn off ..."

"its been over forty eight hours since i've slept and i'm not feeling tired yet actually, i almost feel wired or twisted or on fire or something all complicated, all conspiring as if i can take each w..."