Blue, White, Green, In Between

Tracing lines down your chest
With a neutral colored hand
Reminds me of the steady to and fro of waves
And the white crashing
of a slow and tender ocean
as it hovers between gentle caresses and
rough thrusts
cresting and returning back
mirror-like calm before the wind
warming slowly
until the tide can't take it,
anymore
flowing in and out without restraint
the highest barrel, the stillest glass

Something About Leonardo

Beyond the shimmering abyss of Time
I lie in wait, knees bent
Fingertips grazing the lowest part of Earth.

Taking a moment to inhale suspends Schönheit
and I am once again
Locked onto the wheel of Time
Splayed out like the Vitruvian Man
Hands connected to expectations
Obligations weight heavy on my Heart

It would be useless to move
The neverending motion of the Wheel
Gives the impression of stillness
Amongst the Mind's thrashing frenzy
and the slow trickle of blood is simply a sign
of the dangers of resistance

Oh, how I yearn to lie in wait
Beyond the ever spinning wheel of Time

The Exploits of a Renegade Nun (And Other Stories)

Here is my conscious effort to escape mediocrity:
I run my Honda Accord off the road
Hover between life and death and then visit Heaven
and redeem my ways
and then impregnate myself (using my womanly wiles, of course)
and it turns out the father is...
Someone rich and famous.

And so I move in with him and castrate him and then I'm a lesbian
So turned off by the whole bloody-penis-on-the-persian-rug thing
So I find another hot female lover
and discover places on her body no one's ever been
or, no, wait
places on the surface of the moon
did I mention I'm an astronaut?

and surgically enhanced to be the most symmetrical person on Earth? ( That's what people want, right?)

And, I suppose,
after staring into the vast chasm of space (and/or the vagina),
I discover how entirely minute I am
and open the exterior door
shoot into space
and am sucked into a vacuum somewhat like a ziploc freezer bag.
only deader.

To be continued....

The Birthday of the Enigmatic Student

Want to know someone
Shadows create a tapestry of light
Want to know myself