I hide behind my Honesty
A frequent tool of deceit and defeat
Effective camouflage in the emerald jungle
Defense in Shame’s yellow underbelly
I use it to disarm and manipulate the Tongue out of its secrets

A green day’s shadow follows in front of me
Idyllic. Clean. Free. Aspirational. Lonely.
A vampire searches for weakness
I believe it’s a trap. But who lead whom under the tinctured moon?

Black bird,
Blue bird,
Green bird,
yellow.

Black bird,
Blue bird,
Green bird,
yellow.
Show me where I’ll meet my fellow.

I watched the sun rise today.
It was beautiful until it wasn’t.
Pink grapefruit juice soured the air.
Fall leaves burned in the sky
Until they were gone and It was here.

Once upon a midnight match, Darkness fell.
It covered field and cities alike with a despair so deep
It burned orange in the clouded sky.
Bursts were silences from peak to peak.
Stars blew out in puffs

one exhausted Bitch
that’s me!
absorbing Your laziness
and Your foul disrespect.
my weary head exposes only the crown of my conscious

Dear Mother,
Do I make you proud or are you teaching me a lesson in sacrifice?
Do you criticize me to make sure I don’t take self-worth for granted?
Do you shake me from my dreams to safeguard me from the burden of them coming true?

I feel their legs tickle my goose-bumps
I feel their claws dance upon my weak ankles
These spiders glide across my body when I’m not looking
Every eye dissects my lavender pores
Scavenging for used up skin cells
These spiders accost my self worth when I’m not looking

Just another sad, raped girl
Young, naive, in toxic obsession
Blinded by fantasies of true love

shackled grief
shackled stares
begets
dubious moans
and lost anticipation

To be in love with Emily Dickinson, but not myself
To wish for meaning in agony night after night
To trust No One but to die wishing I had for a moment forgotten No One’s folliesThe locusts are nigh and me in their pigeoned sight
The Blood Moon is posted at my door under the stained arched

Grief is mean and unbecoming
A cockroach in the light
It scurries away
When you need it most
Expected and unsuspecting
Vile and distrustful

I want to say fuck
I want to say cunt
I want to roll my eyes
At your whiskey dick
And cowboy blues front

Only in America
Do we negotiate the terms of our citizenship
If he is elected
If she is elected
I’m moving to Canada.