PAD 2016 7

I have tuned out of this world because the frequency is off
the energies have become too fragile to power
anything worthwhile.  We are
vibrating because we don't know another way to move. We have no idea of the power
to rebuild
to correct
to try again.

PAD 2016 6

We are wasting daylight
thinking of Tomorrows when Today
is waiting for us to open our eyes
and look at her.

PAD 2016 5

So we wait for the dam to break
and try partitioning our lives into plastic bags
of what we hope matters the most.

PAD 2016 1

I have not put words to paper poetically in weeks
and it is my own fault.  Instead,
I have allowed words to wither inside my head
a field of dying couplets
a desert of promises I made myself
another failing resolution.

PAD 22

When I dream
in color
I am always the heroine,
the savior; never
the saved.

PAD 21

I am the rain
drowning the city
devouring the pedestrians.

PAD 2

We are no longer at an intersection
or we are, but
not perpendicular streets
not in the same city
not even at the same time.

In Progress. ..

....

Because we white wash and blackface

Because Dumas was mulatto

Because it took me seventeen years to be taught that

Because in that same year a classmate declared blacks couldn't speak French

....

The Poem I'm working on that's inspired by one called "Because the Protagonist is always male" by Alix Olsen

52 Stars

seventh quadrant / these stars that link together / a constellation / mythos whispered, a wind

PAD 2012 - Day 29/30 - Late

Because time is as relevant as money;
a figment of an imagination we think is real
we can trade either for more of nothing
or less of everything.  We will never even have half of it all
or more than we need.
We will always be tightrope dancers
precariously balancing between falling up or flying
down.  Never stable.
We lack the neccessary equipment to stabilize
We lack the neccessary desire to be "normal"
or wealthy or lazy
enough to let our time drain
and leave us wasted and wanting
more.

Darkness has been pitched
elongating our shadows
'til they become one.

PAD - Day 18

Cheshire cat teeth smiles
sparking stars in darkest night
is this wonderland?

PAD - Day 15

Laugh, fully-genuinely
be coy, let the pad of your fingers trail
my arms, the lines of my tattoos. Recognize
I am harder than I seem, but still softer than the world will allow.

PAD 2012- Day 13

She asks me if I am afraid to sleep alone
fear of what lurks in the woods, in the dark,
or beneath the lake.  I slide into my home on the edge of the witching hour
head to clouded to ponder what if's or could be's.
I don't allow myself the time to reconstruct boogeymen
the shadows on the faces of supposed lovers and friends
are sharp enough to draw blood.

PAD 2012 - Day 10

The day drifts by, slowly
unfocused and lazy

I want April to be thirty days of beginnings

Tired of unrelenting sunsets
of visiting the moon just to be turned away at her door
I restlessly dream of more sunrises.

PAD 2012 - Day 7

Mournful, driving away from my fortress of solitude
the life of a straying lizard hanging across my shoulders
I imagine karmic retribution awaiting me.   Wary,
the day is too slow for my mind not to wonder
lizards and lives; the value of each. 
Darkness covers the day and I return prepared
to pretend undertaker, give hasty eulogy.
Open closets to find emptiness, the lizard's great escape.

PAD 2012 - Day 6

Steady
stand, shoulder-length apart
the train moves forward.  My hands firm
in my pockets, fingering keys,
epherma, the fingernail file I keep there-
not for filing for cleaning or threatening
to stab.  Head straight, eyes closed.  I imagine
that I am already somewhere else.

PAD 2012 - Day 5

Kissing her might lead me down the rabbit hole, again.

The rabbit hole, again
a kiss...

Leading me down to a kiss

Rabbits

Holes

Again

Kiss me.

PAD 2012 - Day 2

Work is an aquarium, saltwater
(so the injuries burn more)

There are jellyfish floating everywhere, billowing out
tentacles grasping at anyone foolish enough to imagine them friends.

Suited sharks eye schools of fish
everyday a lesson in navigating, survival.

I am an urchin hiding amongst the reef, prickly
use my spindles to keep the rest of the tank at bay.

Day 1

The day my mutant powers manifested at work
no one noticed, bins toppled
children continued to cry.  We kept the lines moving,
that day, like everyday; precariously balancing: security, customer
service, and wait times.  No one stopped their rush,
their rhythm, the apex of their daily grooves
to notice.  My skin hardened, eyes
flashed pain.  I almost crumbled, but didn't
determined to keep walking upright, despite: diamond skin,
glowing eyes, the new strength of my arms.