The bottle

My voice keeps rising and I can’t find my feet
You are on the other coast and you are calling me
The empty streets are just my memories
My world is now the trees
Lets let this rise once again
Once and again
The bottle it shakes and it rolls to the shore
Your mouth begs the question asking for more
Old friends they are calling with their needs
Your voice keeps rising with pleas
Feel again why do you feel again

If I agreed to what you are proposing
I know I would be traveling again
The earth would start moving under my feet
If I would only just agree

"Dust"

The Cadillac crash sounded the alarm
And the bodies poured onto the street
We were all suspect at first
The avenue became so silent
As we looked to each other for information
Faces became blank and eyes met the ground
I backed up into you like I always do
You were not there and I almost fell

She climbed the stair case that endlessly poured out before her
One foot after another and the bags in her old hands
Runs in the stockings, little on the mind and old hands
Peep holes darken as you pass, locks are double checked

You arrived at dawn
While the babies were still asleep
You walked in the front door
And a bee line for me
We made love on the floor
You held me so close

Each morning is the same
First unlock the gate
Then sweep the front step
Turn on the lights
Count out last nights checks


The plane flew so close to the ground and the power lines
We all came out the front door
Watching it double back around
We stood in silence and held one another’s hands
We never thought to duck or move
Frozen in surprise we didn’t even blink our eyes

Bloody Chamber

ripping sheets to form a rope. slowly lowering myself to the ground. my feet are tender from atrophy. must learn to walk again, cant start with a run. diping hands into streams and clense my white skin with water so cold. there must be dogs coming, sirens must be sounding as i crouch down to breathe. escape cant be this easy or i would not be alone as i make my way down paths unmarked. the days are blending together and i have covered much ground, i have seen no one and heard no voices yelling from behind.........i slow my pace, there is no urgancy anymore. how could this be so easy, why did i stay captive for so long?

"calm and cold"

do you know who it is every time the phone rings
do you know or is it your wish
how long has it been since you spoke with freedom
walked with assurity
when you were not afraid to sleep
I dare ask these questions
I dare because because I can
there was never another there never could be
so the phone keeps ringing
and you are strong now
how long I ask untill you wll forget again
you crowned me so at these feet you will stay
you made me so take a good look at my glory
you keep answering the boatmans call
and you will curse me
you make you dream of me
a power I can not claim

bub

I saw the most perect pair of knees today as I accended the subway steps
i looked up and there they were
it made me realise how little I remember from all the people I see each day
just a pair of knees here and a beautiful smile there
yet I can recall every map in your dry cracked skin
the way the black coars hairs curl around your lips
I could pick your finger nails out of a line up
we are lucky to have each other
we are lucky for life is a swirl around us both
and for you and me we build reality on our memory

Considering

I consider you are calling now because you can't stop thinking about what coulda woulda shoulda been last night. And my mini tantrum and pleas for attention got the best of you after you tried to shove me off earlier today. Sanding floors and finishing wood sounds more interesting in conversation then it is in actuality. And your curiosity got the better of you for what I do with my body in the night are the thoughts that get you through the day. So I consider the fact that you are calling to get you the juicy morsels that will make the sweating and tiresome work you will do today tolerable as the radio plays in the background and you realize NPR is not as good as it used to be. I consider that your ejaculations are not as powerful as they once were and so now even having cum only two nights ago after talking to me you still do not feel satisfied and I consider that now when you look down at your naked body and wrinkled hands you Wonder "will she still want me like she did". I do consider that I am getting younger as the years are rolling on. My life path is bringing me full cups from the fountain of youth. My smile is wider and my laugh deeper then it ever was when when you called me "mine"

And I consider all of these things when your name comes across the screen. I will always answer your boatman's call, I will always leave the light on and I will always make love, if even to a different man.

Knockout

Tonight he says he is a friend. He says it is so good to see you. How have you been. Thank you for coming. The crowd filters in the place fills up. His sitter is sitting with me and we drink at the bar. He grazes my shoulder and his looks beg my attention. We laugh about old times and his new album. We never mention my last night in LA. We never have spoken about what happened. He takes the stage and there is only standing room. He announces there are new songs and I smile along. But the lyrics sound so familiar as I realize I was there. I can't forget the details as they roll of his lips. Before he goes on he speaks my name on stage and says how the next song was written in my bed room though I didn't know it. So here is the beginning of my night.