a half hinged
off plumb
ever-jamming
two handed yanker

and she still manages
a slam
on the way
out

nails smell of layered shellac
hiding the ridges of housewives hands

leg wax smeared and whipped off
hairless corpora 's attractive to man

eyebrows threaded, cream applied
prevents reddened skin looking wan

YSL perfume, five dollars from China
B.O. hidden as only it can

bikini line hairless in operating theatre
Exposed post op to the bedpan

Why bother waxing pre surgical knife
Better to save it for holiday tan

Wien your breasts are double D
Totally enhanced, you may need a fan

Needle man in horny hay stacks is
perhaps some sap pained patron
with less than one will to live melting
slow on skillet scorch dance floors.

Alone among modern men of short cock dreams
in his mocked respect of women's worth.
Yet presently no earth grown flower sees high hopes.
He lacks that, come smell my honor fragrance.

stretch stained
I awake
crisp wretched
smoke
and the television
muffled booming
crawl beneath my door
and stand up

press down the
corners where they
folded
and float to my
window for a look

the brick wall windowed
building three doors
across snow crested
chimneys and
steaming vents

like an island
I watch with one
eye open
one ear exposed

Ladies!!

before calling for equality..
in a Feminine Revolution,

are you ready
to share the same
washrooms,
toilets,
hairdressers,
and ...
the list
goes on
longer
every day !

lovely and enjoyed now,
well now,
sorry now is already over

like you say about
now,

I had a friend
long distance
he would always say..

you know....

then I would say
if I do,
then why tell me?

again he would say

you know !

Hush little baby please don’t cry
There’s not a speck of hope in the vast night sky
You got a mommy who loves you
She’s doing her best
She’s rented a room
So you can get some rest
Cuz she cannot sleep if you keep on crying

Hush little baby please don’t moan
You’ll make it through cuz you’re not alone
You’ve got a mommy who needs you
Though she may weep
For your daddy who has
A Promise to keep

Death speaks to the lips
Of an impure vision
Its crooked spinal stature
Lifts its eyes
Above his whispered name

Poetry, the written word, a silent scream
A whispered fear, or a gentle touch
From my soul to yours, to tell you where
I’ve been but in veiled and hidden images

Some things you must hold on to, keep to yourself
Not to dwell upon, but not to forget
To make the person you have become
Or the one you left behind

So much in the shadows of the mind
Waiting to come forth and join the
The journey we call life
Whether it be amazing or disparaging

I want to be the girl that flies
With crystal wings
Across blue skies
Untouchable
From down below
Always knowing
Where to go
I want to be the girl that lands
And this girl is greeted
With outstretched hands
I want my friends to keep me safe
From that scary terrible place
I want to be the girl that dances
She’s not afraid of taking chances
She’s been burned
But she’s not shy
I want to be the girl that flies