resolutions.

>>>


keep looking, little heart, for the warmth you know exists. pursue other angles, forget the angels, who most certainly will bore you, after a bit.

keep your heart alone. open your legs, feel yourself with yourself. foreign hands neglect glands, forget what you tell them you like.

ignore vacant promises. watch as the world outside doubles and halves, respectively. the action is no surrender, for remember, you are alone.

fill your heart with more words. not other women's words, only those whose point of origin is identical to your mouth, and keep your mouth clean.

do not forget that you are a creature, and your blood signifies hope beyond doubt. your formulas will fail, but your blood always repeats.

maybe he ain't lyin. maybe you will keep striving to repair damaged ideals, or maybe you won't. touch your own self with the love you think you have for him. you will find it greater.

>>>>

upon headphones & vacant cushion

5 new poems.


Pop Song.

N'other round of chorus
like some kinda hook-weaving florist
3 minutes is the average
time for rocking
several verses, and our bed.





60s girl group.

cute n creepy. unmastered
electric fuzz, the same
wires that stand when I
stripe your skin with nails
coated in bargain-aisle red.





60s girldance.

handclaps assessed with
synchronized hip-sass.
A graze on the thigh, a
slap on the ass.





electronic jazz

crafted, it works, it
tells a story without
words, or few words, a
trick you'd learn if
you only had one-worded
language like me.





punk after punk

post-coitus prose
writers - one goes for
carnal, the other a
lotus. animal or
vegetable, screams the
audience.