tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56157502011-07-08T06:25:01.816-04:00Alternate FormCybele works better knowing her poetry is safe from random crashes and the whims of technologyCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-89523835211305883262009-11-04T15:54:00.004-05:002009-11-04T16:04:55.763-05:00* amor vincit omnia *Poetic Asides Daily Writing PromptMaybe It's ClicheMaybe we could meet for coffee. Maybe we’ll have lunch next week. Maybe we should go on a ‘real’ date. Maybe it’s time we took this to the next level. Maybe I’ll make breakfast for you. Maybe you’re The One. Maybe it was Love At First Sight. Maybe we were meant for one another. Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe I’m crazy. Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-2495650988095404752009-11-03T09:41:00.001-05:002009-11-03T09:43:26.628-05:00* amor vincit omnia * 2 Promts: 2fer 2sday; positive poem and negative poemNegative poemin reversed shades of orange and grey ghostly images revealmore of the image-takerthan of the souls she steals3 November 2009Positive poemFor my morning tinkleI must take care to sprinklethis judgemental little stickI tell myself I do not carewhich symbol is revealedbut my internal bravadodoesn’t drown the Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-87637602693625088842009-11-02T12:03:00.003-05:002009-11-03T09:45:03.887-05:00* amor vincit omnia *Poetry Prompt Link is now unfutzed.Location of ImportancePrize Inside!Expiration Date On Lid.Recipes at OurWebsiteDotCom.Nutrition Information On Side (Asterisk: * means 'see elsewhere for disclaimer')Processed at a plant that also processes peanutsBox Tops for EducationMail-In Rebate!(this ingredient) has been associated with (this effect) in laboratory testsSee Back For Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-79901334576377791672009-11-01T14:01:00.002-05:002009-11-01T14:05:39.629-05:00* amor vincit omnia *2009 NOVEMBER PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGEThe second annual November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge begins on November 1 at my Poetic Asides blog. Throughout the month of November, I'll provide the prompts (and my own attempts at poems); you respond with your own poem in a super inspiring and supportive writing atmosphere. Then, poets spend the month of December revising and Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-73525954617010598152008-08-07T21:30:00.001-04:002008-08-07T21:32:05.416-04:00* amor vincit omnia *TODAY I ASK, REMEMBER MOST MY LAUGHUNBROKEN ARE LOVE BONDS WE CANNOT SEEDEAREST FRIENDS, KNOW AMONG YOU I DO PASSYET EVEN STILL, IN CLOUDS AND HILLS AND TREES Thursday, 7 August 2008Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-49625450869847574202008-06-27T17:43:00.000-04:002008-06-27T17:44:19.074-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Nouns, A Shorthand LanguageWhen I sayVolkswagon Mac Birkenstock, youconjure an image in your mind, which may evensupply a scent of burning contraband, which Iommitteddeliberately. If I sayManolo Jaguar Winebar, the picture isdifferent, and accompanied by the aroma of Botoxor siliconeor both.Minivan Khaki Ponytailpaints another portrait, as doesEyeliner Fishnet Piercing, Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-11423912266106960402008-05-23T16:37:00.002-04:002008-05-23T16:49:14.522-04:00* amor vincit omnia *For Violet Glaze. . . (or, Harpie vs Gorgeous, made in Japan) ("Our Corsets, Our Selves," Feature, Jan. 2)It is hard(I know)to feel beautiful whenyour main accessory isbaby spit-upand your fragranceis poo.Hard to remember yourlovelinessin stained sweatpantsaccidentally decorated witha useddiaper, accidentally lefton the sofa, tapes unclosedaccidentally.Your Gorgeous will Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-64196031631685881112007-12-28T08:58:00.000-05:002007-12-28T09:04:38.201-05:00* amor vincit omnia *Possessive: Own Iteye's corner,mirror's edge:my mother's naked breast?body's mine;older than it's been.Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1157736249499658172006-09-08T13:23:00.000-04:002006-09-08T13:24:09.513-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Water’s EdgeI am not the oceannor the sand beside it.I am not grasses rooted in a duneto wave in gentle breezes orthrash in violent storms.I am not a warm tidal pool harboringinvisible creatures.I am not a tiny burrowing crabor the bird that scuttles after itseeking a meal.I am not a weathered clapboard housewatching the surf with window eyes.I am not footprints washed away.ICybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1157695858968162972006-09-08T02:08:00.000-04:002006-09-08T02:10:58.986-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Off Your MedsI never know what you’ll say to me becausesometimes you letyourself run outon purpose.11 August 2006 #8True StoryI went to a rib housethough I’m a vegetarian. I ordered salad. Thejailbait waitressnever mentioned bacon bitsand they were real.I braked to avoid a damn squirrel. My right rearhubcap flew offand killed it anyway. Plus Ilost the hubcap.I was at a poetryCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1156091527155274962006-08-20T12:18:00.000-04:002006-08-20T12:32:07.166-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Perfect PartsAt 5’ 10, you’re perfect, for I can lean my head against your shoulder, inhale the skin of your neck.When I reach to drape thischain of daisies and then my armsaround you, I do not strain but have armleftover to skim down your spineand scratch that place, yes that onejust there.If I were to wrap my legaround your calfI will not feel like a little monkey climbingCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1154348499412025622006-07-31T08:04:00.000-04:002006-07-31T08:21:39.480-04:00.....got some catching up to do.....Friday the 28th of July, I went to a poetry reading in Annapolis with Open Mike. I was asked on the spot to be a Featured Poet. This is the second time that this has happened. I am now scheduled to be Featured Poet at Ahh, Coffee on August 25th, and at the Pour House in Westminster the second Saturday in September, in the evening. I wrote three poems while I Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1154262885030315652006-07-30T08:22:00.000-04:002006-07-30T08:34:45.083-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Photographing God in Japanby TruthNinja MasaManiAMasaManiAHey, Look! This man is shining! He must be GOD!No, see precisely, shining is not him. Neon is shining. He just in the neon. He is just a human.(taking photo is scareful thing this is the reason I run away after shooting before caught and kicked by ass.) But, look him from front, He seem GOD.No way! He is smoking. GOD Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1147274768410310472006-05-10T11:21:00.000-04:002006-05-10T11:26:08.410-04:00* amor vincit omnia *SweatA tooth pushesbetween my lips, probing its wayinto my palm, bloody andwet with spitand after it anotherand another, and three more togetheras though the only thing holding my teethin my mouth isthe pressure of oneupon the others.My palm is fullof glossy bony bitsand I scramble madlyin my mind for the numberof the dentist's office, wonderingif I can find, open, dial my Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1147274482511284112006-05-10T11:13:00.000-04:002006-05-12T12:42:51.950-04:00Doctor FrankenpoetAnd so into this boxthis bright white boxof plastic, I put themmy tiny darlingsmy little gemsseal them hermetically with a click oflatexed finger.In cryogenic storagethey will sleepmy precious poemsuntil I in mystarched and snowy(thus free of any evil)labcoatcall them forth to tinkerand sprinkle themwith handfuls of commasa dash of dashfiddle with their code-pendant clausesmix Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1144943506021770322006-04-13T11:51:00.000-04:002006-04-13T11:59:05.510-04:00* amor vincit omnia *When Ho Chi Minh Went To ParisWhen Ho Chi Minh went to Parishe rented a room for twentyfive years. He did notlearn to smokefilterless cigarettes or drinkred red wine or wearall black with panacheand a beret.When people asked HoChi Minh whyhe was in Paris he hadno ready replyas he was a sailornot a schoolteacher and hisfather knewno French.No one knows if Ho ChiMinh was a fan Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1144942803845361362006-04-13T11:39:00.000-04:002006-04-13T11:40:03.856-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Double EdgeorHello, My Name Is ADDerol TMOften people tell mewhen I’m onmedicationI remember things even when I don’t write them down.I interrupt less- them and myself, as Iam prone to “Oh, and...” conversationswhich sometimes wanderback to where they started.When I am insulting, it’s no longeraccidental, they say, and I ‘sequence’ betterwhich I’m not surewhat that means or Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1144937127922725972006-04-13T09:57:00.000-04:002006-07-31T08:30:45.373-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Jennie SaysI like chocolateandfresh cocoanutred wine oystes andsilk stockingssilk chemisesbut no panties at allItalian leather shoes- soft!Bandolino- don’t bother mewith Naturalizer or(shudder) Hush Puppiessandals or barefootbright red paint on my pedicured toes.Naked hands-I should have hairline cracksalong my knuckles by all rights but I use moisturizer that runsseventy sixCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1139330333729642712006-02-07T11:38:00.000-05:002006-02-07T11:38:53.740-05:00...the refrigerator speaks, IIBlack life blood sings me frantichot fiddle shots scream beauty through my headshine boiling goddessbitter is the music.*****Blow garden visionwet flood heave spray spring purple mistwatch parting winter*******Pink light licks at dayanticipate lusty worship ofluscious bare feet and legsgirls showing honey petal skinCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1131987682259425152005-11-14T11:42:00.000-05:002005-11-14T12:01:22.263-05:00...the refrigerator speaks...(1)puppy shake lickpant drool spraysmear playSTOP.(2)hot honey waterbitter boilingdrunk on wet tongue music(3)womanfluff your chocolate hairpeach summer smell knife me delerious #30Haiku for BuddahPatGraceful white crane swingswrecking ball at shattered frameconcrete flies like leaves.Why I Married HimDid you... (fill in the blank) becausehis response ismmmhmm, sure, Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1130527744556851622005-10-28T15:23:00.000-04:002005-10-29T18:29:48.456-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Every GenerationEd Norrisis described by CityPaper(which, parenthetically,describes itself as Baltimore'sFree Alternative Weekly)as The Thing That Wouldn't Crawl Away And Die becauseEd Norrishas a higher profile nowthan when he wasPolice Commisionerhigher now thanwhen he was on trialfor using slush fund moneyon fancy meals and illicitwomen whichis what I always thoughta slushCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1129864179736071412005-10-20T23:07:00.000-04:002005-10-20T23:09:39.743-04:00* sic semper shitheads *Memory ClusterMy mother looks atherself in therearview mirror, applying lipstick as she drives, eyesdarting from road to mirror to road. Witha quick flick of wrist, sheflips the mirror so I can see my face. Her eyes, reversed, meet mine,reversed, and she flashes her quirky grin atme because I’mhelping her toput on lipstick, just as I help myfather shave, pulling faces thatCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1129143202577323522005-10-12T14:50:00.000-04:002005-10-12T17:37:00.356-04:00* amor vincit omnia *What?You bring to mea steaming stoneware vesselfilled with potable alertnessdark as bitter chocolatetwice as rich.Thick earthy fragranceinvigorates my inhaleI smile and sip smokey freshbrewed joe hand groundby you, my wholesome hero.You wink at me, then turnand walk away. x x xWhat kind of third-rate joint is this that Idon't even geta refil?12 October 2005Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1129076429546271412005-10-11T20:09:00.000-04:002005-10-11T20:23:41.753-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Rejecting ValuesI should wear sunscreenslow downthink before I speak and Ishouldput on a sweaterdrink my milkwash my hands for one whole minuteand Ishouldcut my caloric intakelower my cholesteraleliminate sugar and caffineas though life without frozenchocolate covered cheesecakeon a stickcould be called a life at all andI should watchmy weight and exercizequit smoking andeat Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1128554170865187302005-10-05T19:14:00.000-04:002005-10-05T19:16:10.873-04:00Final StanzaI stopped at fourty-fourbecause you didn't move me anymore, and yetI find I lie, forI suppose that this one countsas fourty-five.12 September 2005Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1123692971544401442005-08-10T12:30:00.000-04:002005-10-12T14:58:56.303-04:00....July has been fertile....Perspective IWe walk the way we often gobut backwardsand in morningto see if the Questing Sniffwill be more waggedly excitedby the same old sceneryseen the other way round.12 July 2005Perspective IILast year I was excited bythe seventeen year locusttheir cackling songtheir crackling wingstheir fragile empty bodiesleft behindbutI am also excitedby the regular onesthat Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1121105378327509242005-07-11T13:55:00.001-04:002006-08-15T22:16:30.996-04:00* amor vincit omnia *WalkAir hangs heavy on salty skinlike soggy breath of dog who strains at leashattentive, twitchyentranced by catensconced in bushalight with tiny flying fires.Rasp of sandalagainst pavementagainst concreteagainst asphaltis muffled in muggy dim.Dark sneaks softly after duskhinting breath of freshpuffing hopeful waftings through dogged panting airthat rolls like damptongue Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1121104551726897312005-07-11T13:55:00.000-04:002006-08-15T22:17:05.276-04:00* amor vincit omnia *MenagerieA year ago, a greatbirdbrought me on its back to your arms and in myexcitment I nearly knocked youover. Whenthe door opened, I wasdevoured bybears anddogs andfish andturtlesand your father's cats.From his shower stall, a birdwatched me with angry, hungry eyes.A rabbit and I staredat one another, intensewaiting to seewhowould flicker first. Fromher kitchen, a Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1117224332369353872005-05-27T16:04:00.000-04:002005-07-11T13:53:59.726-04:00* amor vincit omnia *#17#Mouth full of warningEyes full of walls: wintryface freezes warm heart.26 May 2005 #27Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1116286828131701822005-05-16T19:27:00.000-04:002005-07-11T13:55:09.803-04:00* amor vincit omnia *SteamyI wantto pry you open inhale yoursalty fragrancetasteyour juicy sweetnesssuck yourliquid leakingsand feelthe grind ofgrittyocean flooragainst my teeth.14 May 2005; #24Apiary/AviaryWords buzztumble, dartannoy, stingtogether weaveperfect hexagonsof sweet.Spirit soarsdives, fluttersplunges, flapstoward flight.I, you, beekeeper, birdwatcherwork to bind two species in a Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1114973291415685992005-05-01T14:40:00.000-04:002005-05-01T14:48:11.416-04:00* amor vincit omnia *(( 17 ))Swimming hard for calmwater creates ripples.Peace is. Embody it.(1 May 2005)Pleasing expressionExpressing pleasure:Never hope surrenderNevertheless, rememberYesterday is yesterday.For Penny Sansevieri, author and marketing guru, written while CJ read her cards.(30 March, 2005)Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1112389210397488842005-04-01T15:58:00.000-05:002005-04-01T16:00:10.396-05:00* amor vincit omnia *MisfitYour arms, awkward, would notproperly enfold mewhen I know as factthe opposite is true.Was there some malfunction, then?Did I change shape?Did you?1 April 2005 #23Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1111892378361301592005-03-26T21:44:00.000-05:002005-03-27T23:07:24.113-05:00...blogging while drunk is dangerous; transcribing poetry less so...LateAlone I survey darkness on my streethalogen hum, clink of piledriver far distantminor keyed train whistleevidence my solitude is fancy.Woodsy smoke rings curl around my head;the Questing Sniff lies quiet, waits for meto go to bed.15 March 2005Spring blooming flowersAre in her smile; tangled ebonyRinglets curl caressingAll Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1111438706988767962005-03-21T15:54:00.000-05:002005-03-21T15:58:26.990-05:00ClenchHands twistand fistwhite-knuckledsafe behindmy back-I must keep them therefor if I releasemy fingersfrom my fingersthey will unruly reachstroke your feather browlift andsiftthrough sandysplendor of your hair.20 March 2005 #21Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1109910260377396892005-03-03T23:19:00.000-05:002005-03-03T23:25:11.406-05:00Bathroom WindowLift sash to catch the birdsongWatch steam roll into tendrils Frigid breeze licks prickles on my skinWet earth carries to my nostrils:I taste spring on winter’s wind.3 March 2005 -wwn-Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1108967155672808642005-02-21T00:55:00.000-05:002005-02-23T23:59:33.643-05:00* amor vincit omnia *BlowSkin sips at meagre sunshine asfrosty day slides slow towards nightThe Questing Sniff surprises birdswho startle twice by bursting into flightSwimming walk warms all my armsBut oh! my cheeks and oh! my nosewind sculpts a bitten moonscape into surface of the snow.23 January 2005Scavenger: Ten Bites (annotated)IThe cows are lying down: it must be going to rain.(1)IIMany Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1102992895609426602004-12-13T21:49:00.000-05:002004-12-13T21:54:55.610-05:00Wait
Mound of metal
wrapped in wisps of wet
wide welcomes driving dive into its maw:
gaping gulping
many-toothed monster of
the mist.
9 December 2004
Rigor
Bloated roadside doe
arrows legs at sullen sky
inviting vultures.
20 November 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1099370034566122862004-11-01T23:21:00.000-05:002004-11-01T23:36:39.266-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
Memory
With familiar whiff of fresh
a stranger brushes past.
Sudden, I'm surrounded by
someone I once loved.
19 October 2004
Transformation
In slimming black, her back to me
she stands, a talking
caterpillar with rolls
beneath bra strap
belt and
waistband.
Around her head
butterfly hair
flutters into flight.
13 October 2004
Night, Autumn
Moon rises golden over
thisCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1096052012872359382004-09-24T14:51:00.000-04:002005-11-14T11:55:01.693-05:00TargetNo surprise this strike of stonethat knocks me from airborne Path in downward dizzy drunk deliciousspiralsbreathlessstomach droppingriserepeatto landand shatter into tinder kindling(sprung sudden to ignition).Rise recreatedfrom my burnt out passionflutter into flightuntil heartstruckI fall again.14 September 2004 (#19)Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1092771054901617392004-08-17T15:29:00.000-04:002004-08-17T15:34:06.840-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Hone
Grit and stone serve
as rough grind: trans
form to thin
white edge that drips
with blood of fresh
ly opened hearts.
8 August 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-109048147949006312004-07-22T03:25:00.000-04:002004-07-22T03:31:19.490-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Festival, Ought-Four
Faces glowing, shining
everybody beautiful when a smile
rolls round a face
and sets.
Though I've no reason to expect you
still I seek you
try to sniff you out
from crabcakes, cigarettes
patchouli, beer
and sweat.
Colored dresses
colored people
shoes both sensible
and foolish
bright my day here
light my night
as live music throbs and frets.
17 July Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1089471625250160362004-07-10T10:51:00.000-04:002004-07-10T11:03:36.066-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Weathered Walls
Eyes a flapping flag, a lure
mouth a siren song
expansive brain a stormy thorny fortress
I can't keep up
I can't leap up
I will not measure up
turn away in insecure depression.
Face goes blurry in my mind,
catch a whiff of your expression
or a gesture
soft fists propping up your chin.
Rocks against a window
ineffective; what do I know?
knock knock
bang Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1089052313038714622004-07-05T14:24:00.000-04:002004-07-05T14:31:53.036-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Burst and Fade
Charred the pyrotechnics smelt
Wafting past on evening air
Tingle body felt
As your breath stirred my hair
Drumming heart against my back
Overpowered boom against the black
Spark and glitter in the sky
Dim to ones between you and I
Tonight alone I stand
Ankle deep in shifting sand
Gone, the deck on which we stood
Like all between us that was good
Some other Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1088344324571388912004-06-27T09:42:00.000-04:002004-06-27T09:52:04.570-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
You, Universe
Pulse of turgid mind beside me
spark studded sky above
share names of Heaven's bodies
tales of life and love and death.
Spinning upward, outward
drop softly to your shoulder
suck your scent into my system
press my face against your neck.
If you turn your head to kiss me
I'm surely going under
drowning in the rhythm
of your feather satin breath.
27 June Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1087940532678368292004-06-22T17:38:00.000-04:002004-06-22T17:42:12.676-04:00Naked
Lacking dog, I'm naked in this park.
The trees are wrong
the smells are wrong
the pavement's wrong
the shops are wrong
the people, even, are somehow wrong.
Though I'm home, I'm more lost
than I have ever been before.
If home is where your heart is,
I wonder where I've left mine
and if I'll ever find it.
21 June 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1087227764789146402004-06-14T11:38:00.000-04:002004-06-15T00:18:46.686-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Ephemera
Deathcall hovers, fog on water
Memory shifts like gravelled sand
I am fearful of the flicker
Of the candle in your hand.
Fingers wrap around tall beaker
Flame pulse beats against clear glass
Boiling smoke churns, overflowing
Puffed air blows away the past.
Cloak of sultry carries warning
Wail of freight train, foghorn's moan
Wispy smoulder's empty leavings
Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1086719791417125182004-06-08T13:44:00.000-04:002006-08-15T22:12:29.800-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Mrs. Parker ComplainsI've sold my art to men who sign my paychecksI'm slave to any prat with comb in handBut though I've sold devotion, time and bodyIt's marriage when I'm whore for just one man.8 June 2004UnboundFeet fresh dipped in sandalwoodI flicker fast and fasterover trees and sandbarsscenes serene and of disasterin silver wing-heeled sandalson my way to meet my MasterCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1086235424310989842004-06-02T23:50:00.000-04:002006-08-15T22:11:56.106-04:00* amor vincit omnia *)) 17 ((Bandit cloudscreep acrossbaleful eye of brilliant moon:summer storm moves.2 June 2004Late/EarlyDoorstep moment, breathlesseyes smoulder throughmorning smogthump heartsbump breast to chestspark lipssear fingertipsslow stridedown crackling sidewalk:See you soon.2 June 2004!17!Tied by towels together inInfinite univeseMy friend, refound.29 May 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1084544018601064782004-05-14T10:04:00.000-04:002006-08-15T22:11:26.243-04:00* amor vincit omnia *ForbiddenA good thing to have gonefor how much longer could I go onstaring at the shapeof his long slenderfingersthe muscles inhis armsurprising tilt ofnose, graceful strength in his tapered feet, but mostof all the richand temptingluscious fullness(begging to be bitten)ofohmygodhis mouth.13 May 2004 #221:FreezeHold self stillentranced by joy and fearfor if I move, he may Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1084385809862738702004-05-12T14:13:00.000-04:002004-05-12T14:16:49.863-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Nothing But Nice
It's been winter in my absence
Now I try to make amends
Rekindle our old bonding
Not quite lovers, more than friends.
Am I too familiar?
Do I presume too much?
It's hell to have you hostile
Flinching from my Hateful Touch.
12 May 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1084118186430455572004-05-09T11:51:00.000-04:002004-05-12T14:18:36.466-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
THE HOOK
Captured
by intense exquisite
focus
of clearwater gaze
til nothing else exists
and in all the world
(as it rolls around
and rolls around
and rolls around
like a tumbling stomach
a whirling heaving heart)
there is nothing of importance
but this moment hung between us
like a golden harvest moon.
8 May 2004
SPRING TULIP
Pretty black girl
in a pretty pink dress
Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083849874407630272004-05-06T09:24:00.000-04:002004-05-06T09:27:47.326-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Discard
Having slaked the thirst of
him who held it
the vessel, tossed aside
cracks and leaks
the remainder of its contents
on barren sand.
6 May 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083790789586238892004-05-05T16:59:00.000-04:002004-05-05T17:07:06.670-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Just Lunch
You closed your eyes
inhaled
nostrils aquiver
as you chewed a bit of salmon.
I beg your pardon for pretending
that expression
was somehow applicable
to me.
5 May 2004
Shadows
Uneasy prowling past the witching hour
dissolve into the Vortex Box
that serves as shallow substitute
for an Actual Life
as I am shallow shadow of an
actual wife.
Intimate distance Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083584561219646362004-05-03T07:42:00.000-04:002004-05-03T07:45:43.983-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Layered Memory
Tip face and stretch arms skyward
to catch wet heaven blessings
(you watch me framed by doorway on a step)
Lean head against a shoulder
(come inside the arm, it's better)
Quick step careless in the narrow cobbled street
(tuck my arm through yours,
gain the graceful favor of your smile)
Thunder, distant, grumbles
there are places you'll be with me
when I Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083355097477494352004-04-30T15:58:00.000-04:002006-07-25T21:13:16.876-04:00* amor vincit omnia *WarmingSun caressmy shoulder neck andcheekwarm breezebreathes softinto my eartickle of delicioustrickle down my spine.After disdainful sneeringwinterkiss of summerexcites likelover's touch.30 April 2004PossibilitiesWe couldmeet once a yearin some idyllic settingfor a grand romantic passion that is delicious make believe.We couldmeet once a weekfor furtiveteenage Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083323816864132112004-04-30T07:16:00.000-04:002004-04-30T07:20:51.623-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Tense
Steady on the precipice
prepare for plunge to
unimagined depth
stomach fisted in anticipation
knowing when I leap
I might easily take flight.
30 April 2004 (wwn)Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083247417138272122004-04-29T10:03:00.000-04:002006-07-25T21:19:11.956-04:00* amor vincit omnia *NervesYou held my hand and kissed ityou fiddled with my ringDid you know these tiny gestureswould make my senses sing?Did you calculate your moment,did you modulate your voiceAre my senses and emotionstools to you, or toys?Tell me I'm not dreamingtell me that you carePromise me foreveras your fingers fan my hair.29 April 2004 (wwn) #5DormantFor twenty years inmud it Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1083164941616263222004-04-28T11:09:00.000-04:002006-07-25T21:17:09.660-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Unexpectd QuestionsYou fall into my life to grace my present like a giftThe clumps of time between us treasures we can sift.I didn't know my ears would singwhen your mouth shaped my nameHow is it that your flicker touchsets my nerve endings aflame?I couldn't know your face would show mewarmth stoked by desireIs it worth the blisters, thento handle sudden fire?In your words, ICybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1082895619001096732004-04-25T08:20:00.000-04:002006-07-25T21:14:41.196-04:00* amor vincit omnia *Holding Butterfly (17) Feather caresses taste my textures; prayerful, foldsme in tender hands.25 April 2004 #2 Summer HomeMagicsprinkled in the skybright jewel planets shine.Powdersoft breeze scentedof flat brackish waterwraps sinuous around;warm wet touch ofspringtime filtered rainprickles kisses on bare skin.Feel surge and thrust of back and shoulder muscles-mine as I wieldCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1081788732401497962004-04-12T12:52:00.000-04:002004-04-12T12:55:01.030-04:00* amor vincit omnia *
Mother
Bring you forth out of my body
love you into being
you crawl across my surface
choking out my other children
like a virus
like a vine.
Scar my epidermis
slash into my depths
to suckle at my wounds.
Yes, and I will love you
breathe my breath upon you
hold you, awful offspring
as you steal away my soul.
11 April 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1080620207258568912004-03-29T23:16:00.000-05:002004-03-29T23:19:22.763-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
) 17 (
Foolish cheerful
daffodils
like a greasy diner
open all night.
27 March 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1080226382991679212004-03-25T09:53:00.000-05:002004-03-25T09:55:34.246-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
Shading
Rainy predawn moment
sky melds with asphalt highway
monochrome morning
punctuated by
(friendly twinkle
evil glow
warm shine)
of tail lights.
25 March 2004
Morning, Moving
Misty damp and moonless morn
travelling across the Susquehanna bridge
the convent on the cliffs
hidden by the dark
(I think it is a convent
and so it is a convent
in my mind).
Snow sticks Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1077826488516218042004-02-26T15:14:00.000-05:002004-02-26T15:16:51.763-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
Night; City
Emergency vehicles cluster
facing me, opposing traffic stopped,
throwing multicolored motes
of light into the dark.
Airplane hovers heavy
hanging overhead
heartstopping huge
cruises low to land.
Tiny specks of brilliant
circle, awaiting clearance.
A slice of moon forms
a smile
without a Cheshire cat.
25 February 2004
Recovery
Someday
my face will ceaseCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1076361453845264842004-02-09T16:17:00.000-05:002004-02-09T16:19:20.093-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
Winter Thistle
Patient by the window
watching silent snow blow
choke back my desolation
wait for inspiration
like forgotten mail upon a shelf
no, that's not it,
I cycle through myself.
Peel away tough outer leaves
little meat, work to achieve
the softer bits, and deeper
like waking of a sleeper
slowly taking me apart
gathering dust in cupboards with the Delft-
no, not atCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1076048336303459162004-02-06T01:18:00.000-05:002004-02-06T01:20:38.810-05:00* amor vincit omnia *
"Only those who risk going too far ever find out how far they can go." T.S. Eliot
and
"There is no remedy for love but to love more." Henry David ThoreauCybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1075558404005567762004-01-31T09:13:00.000-05:002004-01-31T09:15:00.920-05:00Grey Treachery
Line of demarcation
fluffy white behind
seamless grey before
that was one week ago a bay.
Wind whips twisted patterns
quiet whispers against seamless
slippery flatness seems to beckon
come to me, my reckless
take a step.
I will not crack or shatter
suck you into silent blackness
I will not freeze you breathless
nor heal over back to seamless
trapping you beneath.
Take a step, a Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1075318068880589912004-01-28T14:27:00.000-05:002004-01-29T17:35:08.293-05:00At The Edge of Tomorrow
He stands at water's edge
toes gone blue from frigid froth
gazing Westward, strains with wistful eyes
after a ship
that's sailed this little while
this endless age
ago.
My wagon rattles up behind
lumps along the stony shore; inside,
the cargo waits
fresh eager faces
turned for some sign, for some word
from me.
Out they scramble at my nod
to tug his pant legs, wrap
arms Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1075226980763181352004-01-27T13:09:00.000-05:002004-01-27T13:11:13.920-05:00Tiny Vision
Under the streetlamp
shadows of snowflakes
chase each other
manic fairies
flashing patterns on the fluffy surface.
26 January 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1075065361986068112004-01-25T16:16:00.000-05:002004-01-25T16:17:33.170-05:00Winter Prints
Sun bounces bright from
powdered white
that squeaks soft beneath
my boots.
Longhaired grass pokes
through downy cover:
I shovel into nothing
a path of
rabbit tracks.
24 January 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1074378557978200332004-01-17T17:29:00.000-05:002004-01-25T16:20:55.343-05:00Riding Blue and Orange
Rock along the tracks
precarious precipice
over a factory:
gossamer smoke
blossoms like silver flowers
from the stacks.
Dive into underground
dark swallows plastic snake
emerge with robotic whoosh and
synthetic chime.
Squawk of slow mechanics
squeaking mournful cry
soundtrack to the thump and bump
of grating gradual ascent
through concrete ribcage arches
leading from Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1074321711192406262004-01-17T01:41:00.000-05:002004-01-17T17:31:25.233-05:00Insomnia
Waking up alone
draw deep breath to cope
waking ache, alone
imagine you awake, I hope.
Reaching out for you
no object time or space
reaching, touching you
my breath against your face.
Come and dream with me
when I'm lonely in the night;
come and breathe with me
lift our shared soul into flight.
16 January 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1074017416818041362004-01-13T13:10:00.000-05:002004-01-13T13:11:36.090-05:00I am the sea, constant, ever changing, stormy, deep, brimming with life and possiblities.Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1073967310873010002004-01-12T23:15:00.000-05:002004-01-12T23:16:29.513-05:00Opportunity
I looked out my trailer window
and in a tree
I saw my lunch.
I said,
c'mere, possum possum possum possum.
He stepped into the warm Jacuzzi
and soup was served.
P. F. Pomeroy, 12 January 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1073641057706962872004-01-09T04:37:00.000-05:002004-01-17T17:31:07.013-05:00#17#
Sucked into crucial
vortex; cherished, stripped, spat out:
equal reaction.
5 January 2004Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1072967955561736102004-01-01T09:39:00.000-05:002004-01-01T09:43:38.793-05:00Restraint
With open hands
accept your subtle
cautious
gifts
not grasping
(though I'm gasping to wind my
soul around your heart like a
vine entwining love along
with life and limbs blending
breath and bodies merging
mind and skin breathless
ache and strain sweat
sliding gliding south)
savor flavor
of you
on my open
hoping
mouth.
28 December 2003
Sapphire
treasure
glowing from Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1070733041768936402003-12-06T12:50:00.000-05:002004-01-01T09:42:02.390-05:00Husk
You, the implement
of my deconstruction
I accept
and welcome
as I lie open
Should not the pod thank the knife?
head split open
heart split open
gut split open
poison ego gutted from this shell
Heaven pours out
Heaven pours in.
19 December 2003
Senses
Sad lump in my mouth
kills flavor of all food
I am less when he is gone:
I will be less when he returns.
-touch a tender moment
Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1069636980887332182003-11-23T20:23:00.000-05:002003-12-01T13:14:09.296-05:00Exposure (revised from Open;24Sept03)
Inside smoulder singes sleek black shirt
with pencil tip, I open ruined garment
graphite slices into surface of my skin
peel back, peel back, exposing pack of ribs
tucking up to second knuckle
yank and crack
til ribcage stands ajar:
squeeze heart inside to burst upon the page
splatter blood and love and words
in equal parts.
Throat choked with Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1069443872257997182003-11-21T14:44:00.000-05:002003-11-21T14:44:58.670-05:00Storm Warning
Collected rain in greasy
beads upon the doorsill,
air hangs hot and
wet like lover's kiss,
heaving breeze churns murk-sky
into mountains:
what kind
of a November day
is this?
19 November 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1069288387485460942003-11-19T19:33:00.000-05:002003-11-19T19:33:32.293-05:00Touch
From first fumbling meeting
felt fast connection, fond affection
yet you flickered when I moved
too far into your space.
Too close, too close? What have you
to fear, when we stand
palm to palm and face to face?
We touch, we dance, we move as one
you snare me with your eyes
(oh, sweet brown eyes, the corners crinkled
killer twinkle, winking with your
flashy practiced smile, combination
Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1069287827184576602003-11-19T19:23:00.000-05:002003-11-19T19:24:12.110-05:00Fresh Heart
Lightning fingers separating buttons
Silken fingers slipping under skin
Quicksilver fingers burrow through
tissue, organs, bone and sinew
touching tender heart that lies within.
Gentle fingers stroke it into rhythm
match yours beat for beat and rest for rest
Clever fingers coax it from my torso
hold it in your hands, first tight, then more so
your cupping palm and fingers form a Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1068212278767685352003-11-07T08:37:00.000-05:002003-12-01T13:17:56.653-05:00Morning Mirror
Eyes a smutty smear with secrets savoring from sleep
Mouth a full-blown rose made for kisses dark and deep
Nose scenting phantom fragrance, sandalwood by name
Tumbled sable tangle that a hairbrush fails to tame
Each skin cell a-tingle, exhilarate entire body
Coaxed from slumber rife with sweet, and hot, and naughty
Gazing into glass, try to gentle down the mane
Ah! the seething Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1068185179238616692003-11-07T01:06:00.000-05:002003-11-07T01:06:17.526-05:00Talk Talk
and if i'm painted scarlet by the people in your town
what care i for the whispers of, you know, she gets around
what care i, when the mask, which i thought would not decieve
seems to be the one that you're most likely to believe?
how shall i assure you of love you refuse to claim
-though you flinch away, my every cell soft sighs your name-
why should you be certain it's for you that Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1067258797761736582003-10-27T07:46:00.000-05:002003-10-27T07:46:36.823-05:00wound
Boom like cannon fire rips and rolls around the sky.
From the tear a flood
gushes like a fresh hewn wound
no way to sew the sky
only lie listening in bed.
Hear the atmosphere as the heavens bled.
27 October 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1066936362219689432003-10-23T15:12:00.000-04:002003-10-23T15:12:42.210-04:00wash
cold porcelain against
my naked back
entering
before warm fill
a chilly safety
no rubber duckie toy
but tools aplenty
a cup
a cloth
two plastic
garbage bags
arm and leg held up
lean backward awkward in the bath
inquisicat slinks in
wondering what
his stupid human is about
no soak of luxury
but clean
funny all the things
i never thought of
23 october 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1066210288463299382003-10-15T05:31:00.000-04:002003-10-15T05:31:28.290-04:00Night Shower
Rain shimmers down
in gleaming sheets
to glitter black and white
against dark streets.
Puffing breeze makes
cling and bong of chimes as metal meets
wood striker;
smell of wet and patter drone
lull me into soothing sleeps.
14 October 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1066050144923545782003-10-13T09:02:00.000-04:002003-10-13T09:02:25.070-04:00Moonfall
Unwinking eye
stares bright from nightblack sky
through space racing
alongside my speeding car
sinking toward horizon
keep my eyes on
morning star
granite slab hangs orange
by smutty smears of mist obscured, astray
to other side
hymen barrier
of dawn breaks
bleeding into day.
10 October
Over
Fall: a noun, a verb,
an image and
a metaphor
implies involuntary action
First moment as Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065763825671126142003-10-10T01:30:00.000-04:002003-10-23T15:14:56.393-04:00Seven Sea
He loves me like a river
constant, ever changing
pouring feeding waters sweet
freshwaters, I his only destination
*******
He loves me like a piper,
running from the surf foam,
pecking, plucking, snatching
morsels I have left for him to find
*******
He loves me like a diver
in endless fascination
holds me ever harmless
for my whims and violent waves
*******
He loves me like a Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065633664515241582003-10-08T13:21:00.000-04:002003-10-08T13:21:04.346-04:00Travel
I
Mist boils up from river
touched by burning ball of bright
thrown up above horizon:
catch it with my eyes.
Tube of tiny flocking birds
migrating, maybe
twists, confused,
snakes across the sky.
II
Fleet of mottled ducks
flotilla of grey geese
flanked by two white cranes
pretending not to be a pair.
III
Cyclops eye of Moon
peers down at me
through piney
forest shapes of vapor.
7 Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065579302678954682003-10-07T22:15:00.000-04:002003-10-07T22:15:02.656-04:00x 17 x
Brief barest brush,
butterfly wings-
blind, lip meets lip:
bliss; better than breath.
7 October 2003
Passing
Red rimmed elephants
sleeping line the highway
dusky grey
diesel snores a-rumble
in the darkling predawn day.
7 October 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065477138347562982003-10-06T17:52:00.000-04:002003-10-27T21:01:46.853-05:00unchoice
mad enough to spit
sad enough to slit
my wrists
brown eyes turning blue
no, not one more tear for you
used to be content
now twisted, broken, bent
trying hard to get to
wish-I'd-never-met-you
can't get through it
got to do it
too tired now to weep
terrified of sleep
don't know what it means
if you're finished wanting me
why do you keep on haunting
all my dreams?
27 October 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065267185644577272003-10-04T07:33:00.000-04:002003-10-06T17:50:25.703-04:00Morning After
Open door to slash of sunlight
raise bracing hand against the bright
step out into still
heaping evergreens reach for crusty eaves
lone antenna periscopes from fluffy hump
mailbox stands buried to its neck.
12 April 2003
Northbound Dawn
Through silken misty moistclouds
attracted and distracted
as morning is unfolding
to my right
in silver satin splendor
with red flannel lining
Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1065153204533407632003-10-02T23:53:00.000-04:002003-10-09T09:18:03.320-04:00Breathing
In the sharp predawn hours of morning, when breath leaks visible from my body, crisp air tickles edges of nostrils, demanding entry, seeking to push out old stale inhalings, leftover from last night. Pushing, thrusting, pooling into lungs that labor to accept this fresh gift, air surrounds and pounds against skin and eyes and hair, pushing, lifting, tugging, blowing, surging, Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1064936209423682182003-09-30T11:36:00.000-04:002003-09-30T19:40:04.883-04:00Bridle
Tied up to the fencing
enduring brutal beating
I am not the horsethief.
Paint my pony
friend from foaling
speckled hairskin like a mating
Mother Earth with Father Sky
gone a-roaming then was taken
here I tracked him to reclaim him
but I was captured too.
Now the lashing has attracted
other presence
gait uneven
little body self-flung painful
against my bloody naked back.
Blindly raging Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1064425225364958462003-09-24T13:40:00.000-04:002003-09-24T13:40:24.923-04:00Insecure
It's been two weeks
with no tender words from you
and how am I to know
that you miss me
when you rarely say
you miss me
I think if perhaps I'm strange
and stay away
neglect you
leave you to your ruminations
maybe you'll remember
how you once used to treat me
how you used to caress me
touch me with your eyes
hide my troubled heart
which you say I've no right to have
so I pretend I Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1064409584644682102003-09-24T09:19:00.000-04:002003-09-24T09:19:44.530-04:00Open
Heat inside burns right through my shirt
trembling fingers open ruined garment
dip nails into the surface of my skin
peel back, peel back, exposing pack of ribs
tucking up to second knuckle
yank and crack
til ribcage stands ajar
squeeze heart inside to bursting
exploding blood and love and light
in equal parts.
Throat choked with bile or emotion
wait for drainage
until the love and light Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1064377218871292472003-09-24T00:20:00.000-04:002003-09-24T00:20:18.830-04:00Corner
Tip face up to azure granduer
cloudhead godhead rolling reaches
to stroke me through my cap of storebought hair.
Brilliant rays of deity
kiss me through the pancake painted canvas
I call face.
Breeze blowing bennediction
loves me through the shiny vinyl
sequined spandex plastic package
which wraps this bitter body
that I offer up for sale.
23 September 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1064321996624816352003-09-23T08:59:00.000-04:002003-10-07T22:08:26.926-04:00# 17 #
tamed doe
refuses food today
recognizing poison
in my hand
23 September 2003Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1063988028718111182003-09-19T12:13:00.000-04:002003-09-19T12:13:48.670-04:00Storm
Leaves show white underbellies in submission
lumpy horse-clouds carousel the sky
fleet of ducks bobs wildly
dingy toys atop whitefrothed rolling waves
flapping gull blown backward
across the cloudy stripes.
Wind push clothes against my body
wet and molding, melding
melting into me
needlepoints of rain
water whipped up from the bay
prick and sting
innoculate my soul
straight through my Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1063541991114266002003-09-14T08:19:00.000-04:002003-09-14T08:19:51.126-04:00Up On You
Hello, Baby, goodbye darlin'
It's amazing what a state you got my heart in
Want to stick to you like glue
Don't know what I'm supposed to do
Baby, it's your touch
that I think I want so much
Come on and hold my hand
til I begin to understand
Who it is you really are
How you came and stole my heart
Never gonna give
never gonna give
never gonna give
up on you
How'm I gonna live
How'm Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615750.post-1063400349087298572003-09-12T16:59:00.000-04:002003-09-15T13:13:57.446-04:00Let Go
Round and pink and pearly
so bouncy in its new
latex perfection
filled with buoyancy of summer
bobbing, tugging, playful
untie the knot
and watch it drift away.
* * *
Angular and brittle
flashy bits that flutter
tossed by breeze
searing color onto sunny sky
higher, wilder, straining
cut the string
and watch it fly away.
12 September 2003
Remember
Sure it's a coal mine
but Cybelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16010169619832803037noreply@blogger.com