LAZARUS
The moon is a sugar lump, in a cup of all-night java.
I sip it slow,
Awake, a sweat
Insomnia, 2:30, 4:00, no matter it is late.
Wishing I had sweet little pills
That would do me good.
But blessed are the nighttime vitamins,
Sugary lobotomies.
The alarm rings.
The sound oils bones,
I walk.
Make-up and coffee patch up my fatigue my
Hollowed out anemic blue, my
Dozeless on and on.
Now I resemble a slight shadow.
Looking in the mirror, I dream of
Lazarus.
Lazarus you are so new, getting born again.
Drawn out the great hole called earth,
Called grave.
Someday I will dye my hair and will
Wear too much make-up.
Getting born again each morning.
A resurrection ceremony.
I dreamt of hair,
Worm white hair.
Getting to close.
Then wrinkles, deep as waves.
Daring that sea, I drowned.
Perhaps a pair of scissors will save me.
Cut away my grave dressings, I will awake,
Lazarus.
DEAR SORCERESS
A nest of flame
Half turned and translucent
Petals in a burning rose.
Where white-hot light, stars
Lick your heart and
Shadows burn in unimagined time.
Dear Sorceress,
We must all fall in love with something.
Some speck of creation.
Trapped in the illusions of love.
But God it's cold.
When you cry, and he can not see your tears.
Your eyes black stars that fill the night,
In dreamy drowned, alive, asleep.
So these final raptures of love, are freedom.
Alive with the elegantly frightening
Existence, that life is worth.
So we may not be alone.
By fire, from fire we are redeemed.
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If I could
See into your
Heart.
I would turn
Off the lights.
APRIL DAY
Warm
Whispers,
Between fingers
Gloved with
New bark.
Soft green
Leaves,
Angled
Against the blue sky
Line of buildings.