She wears hooker boots
to work
her dress is too short
and her hair is yellowish-white
like dirty cotton
you’ve seen her before
you turned back to look again
half in curiosity
half in doubt
that someone could look so wild
before 9am
but then,
that’s why they stand in line-
her customers at the bank-
they want to stare in heather’s heather eyes
and gawk at the flawlessness
of her makeup
give [...]
Archive for October, 2007
Heather
Posted in Observations on October 25, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Unfinished Canvas
Posted in Poetry on October 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Smile drops
thin lims move slowly
down the hall
fading out in the distant
she leaves behind a canvas–
still wet with blue and green–
and an unwashed brush
Her barstool
is already cold.
I remember her face
though it’s been a while
I could never finish the painting
and fearing her dissappointment
keeps me at a distance
Still, I think of her
in the late night hours
and I search [...]
More Merlot, Please
Posted in Poetry on October 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Wine
I meditate on my glass
Half full
Of deep red merlot
Gently making circles
With my index finger
Around the rim
Unaware I’m moving
At all
He hates that about me
Constant moving
But I fall so deep
In my thoughts…
Across from me sits the man I love
Today
Shall I finish my glass?
The 3rd love of my life
And I want to laugh-
My drink of choice
Is [...]
Bedtime Stories
Posted in Poetry on October 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Just turn
to one side
close your eyes
pretend his arm
is around you
try to push aside
how alone you feel
for the sake of another night
of sleep
Don’t complain
you won’t gain
any sympathy
lack of sympathy
is what brought you here
to begin-
your side of the bed
who knew a bed could be so broad?
And once you’ve managed
to be very still
so still that he may
fall to [...]
End October
Posted in Poetry on October 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
End October
Raindrops fall
Grey cast
The California sky
Sleepiness instilled
In a quiet girl
In her quiet room
So quiet
She can almost hear
Her heart-
Thank goodness for the rain
It covers the sound
Of a fast beat
In a still room
High ceilings
White walls
Decorated up nice
With all the pretty things
That young women keep
She sighs
One more day
Soon one more week
Then the holidays will come
And mask [...]
Where we meet
Posted in Poetry on October 2, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Where we meet
Is not the middle
Our colors crashing
Love and time
Illuminate the moment
Between the anger
and the apathy
Find us there
Sublime.
Gourmande
Posted in Poetry on October 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Green eyes fixed
on empty plate
the fatty pieces pushed
to the side
Appetizer finished…
Entree please?
I await
something more filling
than 19.95
can afford me
at this French restaurant
Hell, I can’t even smoke-
the cigarette would be insulted
But then,
I can’t have
what isn’t on the menu
and I can’t leave the table
without my mousse au chocolat
One spoon or two?
Another Place
Posted in Poetry, St. Louis Blues on October 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I remember
laughter
in a dark, smoky bar
Sure and steady comedy
from the deep voice
behind the mic
Eye Remember
the silk blouse eye wore-
cream lace on black
vintage
like the port
we use to drink
casually
and yet, with conviction
Eye remember
feeling like I floated
in and out
of a hazy place
where dark tannins
and a long, velvety finish
defined my moods
Eye remember you.
