Black Widow Webs
Cascading black curls and crystalline eyes haunt my
dreams
The façade of day a satirical ballroom waltz
I am a puzzle piece in the wrong picture
Black when all the others are pale pink
He is shadows and silver silk veils
A mystic rhythmic music
Hypnotic
All else is blank, an empty world, an empty life
There is nowhere else I could ever belong
Flushed like the red clay of the deserts I have long
walked
I need him like I need each ragged breath I draw
I love him wholly and yet I fear him as much
Black widow webs and painted black eyes
Every time he looks through me, another piece of me dies
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Black Flowers
the salty blue smell of the ocean was in his eyes
and I let myself drift away on the
whirling waves of silver sea foam
angel fish swam in a halo above his head
they had purple painted smiles and
giggled in the sun light
a golden waterfall
hot honey boiling in the burning sky
melting the marshmallow clouds
as I cry sand onto the shore
gemstone beads of sugar sweat
glisten on my caramel skin
ebony ambassadors
rare black flowers
sacrifices themselves
by my side
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Clove Smoke from Black Cigarettes
I bought you a present today.
I was walking through this tiny town I
used to walk through hand and heart seared to yours.
It wasn’t very long ago my life was good.
Today I still think in terms of us
although you won’t come back to me
barely will look at me anymore.
I hide your present under my bed
and let my soul dissolve in the cold night air
like the clove smoke I blow from black cigarettes.
I used to hate it when you smoked.
Now I am hollow with only this smoke
to fill the emptiness within.
Perhaps with a little more time I can
burn the collectors piece I bought for you
like I have burned everything I used to
believe in.
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December 16, 1986
his heart dissolved in a crystal cup on the counter
the puzzle pieces of his soul spread on dirty tile
liquid despair poured from the walls
naked emerald eyes leaked ebony ink in the dark
Venus and Aphrodite died today
and all the marvels of this world crumbled
empty sex and a world with no truth
all that is lost echoes in the alabaster abyss of his
hands
and piranha swim
in the Mediterranean curves of his neck
too many mornings and nights marked by rubber rose
petals
the end of the age of innocence came long ago
now only plastic feelings dance in a monochrome world.
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Washing Water
silken sand on tiny tanned toes
the gentle lapping
of each icy wave of salt and sea a breath of life
pure golden sunlight melts in the sky
the overflowing gold tries to seep into me
tries to illuminate so many shadows
i wish it could
oh to be silver sea foam
ocean evanescence
riding each regal wave
to play with tiger striped sand
a soft sherbert sky giggles as i walk
and yet somehow
i still want to cry
i watch ripples in a tide pool
and my life
washing away from me
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