My Earth Day Song!

Hurray for dirt!
Hurray for mud!
Hurray for earthworms, slime and crud!
Get off your back, go plant a tree!
For Earth Day is up to you and me!

Pills

i walk out to the car
my hands fumbling
with all the little pieces
of today
stuffed in my purse
out pulled my keys no
oops its my pill bag
i pause
the light shines through
the little round capsules
i can see the grains
i gently shake the chemical
maraca
how strange
such a little thing
is supposed to contain
happiness

i stare at the mobile
whirling slowly
above your bed
hearing you sniffle
occasionally
beside me
there is nothing to say

On Sitting in a Symphony Hall

a dying breed
bred so long
to be stallions
galloping thunder
across the stage
whispering triste, triste
the ghost of ages
past
the rasping last
breaths
of a dying warrior

Spencer

he looks out at me
from corkboard
grave
alive with only a
smile
and push pin
through his head
what joy though
the whiteness
of his teeth
the slightest
undulation
of his auburn mane
somehow proof that
the heart that
failed him
was heart enough
for this sublime
moment
of careless
laughter

I am the Color of Your Walls

i am the color of your walls
you built me
and i built
your world
but now you barely
notice
my hue
so overgrown am i
with canvases of
your life
painted with
my life blood

Notes

your notes are very welcoming
like they are a nice place to be
i could hop on them
like jumping from roof
to roof of tall buildings
built from the sky

you give a little
wave
but i open my arms
you teeter in
our faces brush
awkward pendulums
on our balances
but then your arms
so fierce around me
hold tight
my body to yours
my heart is about
to crack open
smashed by the
pendulum
against the wall
of reality

Your Arte Deco Heart

harsh light
no euphemism
between the glow
and the shadow
on your face
how angry
your arte deco heart
at the bewilderment
of material
revelation
you say
there must
be
something out there
happiness
is worth
studying
you muse
beneath the interrogation
of the lights

Face Paint of an Erudite Doll

how is it that
that which is an
attempt
to capture the
mystique human
makeup
is simply such
face paint
of an erudite doll
the folly
of a porcelain
figurine

Honey Sweet

after you are through with me
i am like a honeycomb
run through with holes
where i once was filled
dripping with sweet gold
too stung to be consumed
i am your perforated
holy queen

all expanse into single density
two fish slip in and out
of current awakening
i laugh at the genius
of it all

a girl's journal
dry leaves peeled off
from ripe fruit
giving room
to grow

double shadow
blotting red wall
gleaming bright
against gold horn
your ghost read so well
your notes as to
be your silence

cymbals shiver
hiss like steam
as hot meets cold
finger meets string
in moment of transfer
my heart string to
its heart wood
beat blows through me
wind rocking my limbs
tree limbs leaves
sprouting from your
horn wild animal
whispering through the
reeds read my lips
smoke fills my ears