to meet the dragon

The obscure tracings of my labyrinth

Mark the underlyings of this undisputed path

From above

A most blinding light

Pencils shadows of conditioned acquaintance

Which specify not destination

But expectation

As the sun travels

From east to west

Each story changes

Though the words remain the same

I can hide you in these shadows

Your words

And mine

Those which burn in the chest

Heartless fires hissing

Sear reminders

Of assumed shortcomings and

Inescapable fears

In this jungle

It is only I who can hide beneath

And seal these wounds

If I’m lucky


In the light of day

Those shadows knowingly move

Leaving the consideration

Must I then continually reposition that which I choose to leave in the dark?

If it was only me

And the sun shown

As always

I would have only my shadow

In which to bury any and all


If it was only me

I would dance about

Flap my arms like a bird and

Skip through the nothingness and

Everything and

There would be no time or space

To hold what left burdened


Meet start and finish

In the clasp of my hands

Toward the sky



Birdy birdy

Nest so close

Belt your song each day

Though rarity I see you

Won’t you come out to play?

I try to echo in response

Towards treetops near

Though far still

By night I’m left to serenade

Each brilliant lonesome star

Do you envy feet

As on your wings?

To transport life’s swift curves

We’ll move along as each day brings

Tomorrow’s light doth birth

Your colors mystify me

As I pray for

Such exuberance observed

Still I watch from balcony’s way

Huddled mask of fervor conserved

Pray fly me once

To the edge of the moon

See me drift on winds unseen

I’ll be the soul that floats above

Each underlying dream

knock knock

Kiss me lick me touch me

And feel the words that I have laid on your skin

Tell me not but that I am

Sprinkle mystery


Grab at my love

And tell me it fits just right

Wake me at least three times in the night

Touch me deep

With those eyes that understand

Cheesy glimpses of us

Walking close in the sand

I talk in Spanish

You spoke in French

All else lost in translation of chemistry

Questions left undecided

As you answer them in my smile

You must go in five minutes

But I could use you here for awhile


To start
Wait, where?
When did this begin?
Oh, sly devil
Salivate on lost conception of
Time’s existence

Through easy exchange
Savor fractured access to redemption
Invisible crown of altered revelation and
I see you and
For once, I am perfect and
You could never understand how
By break of day three
I really am the queen

Unavoidable toll of clocked hours
Calm me with a toke and
I fill spaces with the words of philosophers
Strutting airs of glossed eloquence and ownership and
My reality is dreams and I become one and
I fear with all my heart of letting go and
I fight heart of pure exhaustion and
Wear this famished and frail frame
As if marked invincible and
Bloody mother of hell
I force you to watch me as I shove unavoidable defeat
Down my throat and
Stumble to my pillow with commentaries of gibberish

Awake the next morning and it’s all gone and
I’m reminded that I must make my own dreams
Though maybe another day as I reach
For my pill bottle of escape

act iii

I love most all things touched
Turn most anything to gold
Though little voice fails to remind
That even gold is perishable so
Is there anything more concrete than
Of words which often never leave the mouth or
Crawl from fingertip but at any rate
Of which I am director
A crazed director with no set course or magnificent conclusion
Regardless no one else looks to take on this show
But I
Creator and actress and puppet
Off to worlds within worlds
Where the story seems to fit and no
Longer an act
Are we placed at fault for instilling dreams
Within reality?
When reality is mere illusion in itself
Still caught
Am I sole spotlight or amongst
Oblivion soaked false assumption of
Personal significance
Known; I am director of this director
And within
Lick scars of dominance
Odd solemnity brews twisted pleasure
And I laugh as the lighting changes and
Ruminate on karmic foreshadowing
And chastise me ye critics
Galactic warfare
As you strive to justify higher significance
From a world your own of which I am as alien
As you and the next
Speak to me tongues of the heart
Watch us taste escapable walls and
Dig deep into the next cornerstone
Intersecting avenues pull me
Knowing I’ll cross something that outweighs end credits


I fell in love each time I saw
Your voice like it held me
In place as a statue caught curved stones of
Soft paradise still
Memory seat chiseled deep with antiquation
Only I could see the bittersweet hypocrisy
As your illusory touch consoled empty
Spaces now I must stop filling with our love
Which feeds on nothing but my soul and
Maybe fear of something bright in my eyes
You touch me from the inside out as I drown you
With hazed eyes
Still at the bottom of each glass I can’t remember
To forget you
One more sight one more try
So be I hold dear hollowed gratitude and
Trepidation of never finding something quite like you again worth
Such mourning