52 Stars

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

Stop Me if You've Heard this One

A poet walks into a bar, drinking
already drunk and dizzily
searching for her muse
at the bottom of a fifth of Jack
or a six-pack of label-peeled beers

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 2012 - Day 28

Unwritten
I write you the story of us
as I dreamt it.  The moon is an illusion,
a nightmare we had once that was overshadowed by the sun.
You are the memordream I always seem to remember.

PAD 2012 - Day 27

So the sun sets again
or rises in slow reverse
purple hued sunburst.

PAD 2012 - Day 26

His rough tongue drags across my neck, I cringe
unuse to unconditional affection. He is undeterred by my avoidance
he just wants fingers that scratch instead of fold into fists,
a voice that isn't yelling, a full bowl of food and water,
he just wants care...
the uncondtional kind he's always given.

PAD 2012 - Day 25

We live in a pocket
little lintlings, next to forgotten coins and errant keys.
We worship torn receipts, loose buttons,
scrapped numbers scribbled by new strangers met
on side streets....

PAD 2012 - Day 24

She could be the dance or the dancer,
the muse
an inspiration
and I'll continue to be a dream as well your dreamer.

PAD 2012 - Day 23

Midnight
we are stars
darkness' sisters flickering.  We can never burn
enough.

PAD 2012 - Day 22

Hell is
a myth
a reality
here, there
love, other people
in love
your family
or mine
you
you
you
or me.

PAD 2012 - Day 21

We come with the knowledge that everything ends,
without preamble or fanfair
ending silently or with a bang.

PAD 2012 - Day 20

Barking at the moon
low deep howls, moonlight and magic
twilight is for lovers.

PAD 2012 - Day 19

All pretenses are past tense
because you aren't who you say you are
what I thought you might be
when I discovered the end to your labryninth
you weren't where you were suppose to be...

PAD - Day 18

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

PAD 2012 - Day 17 (Happy Birthday to Me...)

Designed with more ego and less tears / I have understood me for ages / have dressed and redressed myself in costumes to fit / til unfitting became fine / more than fine. // Brave words are for pinheads who fear action / or have always lived acting / I burn scripts and live silently / pen to paper / pen / and paper / and ink guns / and scabby wounds / I wrote a love letter and left it on my skin....

PAD 2012 - Day 16

I dreamt I was invicible
bulletproof and invulnerable.

Waking, I cut myself
bleed til it dried.

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 14

The thing about extra lives is it makes you unafraid
to really live-jumping
whether or not you can safely land-or die
with the knowledge you can start again.

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 12

"Fear is the heart of Love..." -Death Cab for Cutie

We learn to walk tightropes at a young age
tipped toes and balancing acts.  We fall
for suspenseful pauses and no safety net.  We
tred lightly. 

I have fallen from taunt wires more times than I care to admit,
claim invincibility or pretend to stand
wobbly skinned knees, bloody knuckles; I climb up the ladder again.