JungleI am lost in my own murky mind,
a thick and balmy jungle teeming
with tiny parasites. I find
myself confined without
a compass, nor a sun beaming
its guiding light on me. I doubt
I will find my way, but still
I cut the overreaching
branches -- alien hands poised to scratch and kill
with sticky leaves dripping venom and bile --
clearing a path, to where I don't know...
The fog is dense and the vile
stench of dung worsens with rain.
I stumble in a puddle and notice
the moon's reflection, disappearing again
as the darkening clouds meet the mist.
A silence blankets everything
and muffles my cries, numbs my clenched fists.
I am trapped in my own murky mind,
a thick and balmy jungle with no exit.
there is no tomorrow - revisedthere is no tomorrow - revised12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blurred horizon leaves
no room for the moon,
and your smoke blends softly with the fog
as your cool fingertips blindly
search for my lips,
my red lipstick.
My blurred mouth searching
(eaten by the mist)
only coming up with a kiss.
the rustling leaves,
the wailing wind and flapping wings
of crows all mesh in my head:
a soft dissonance.
my face swarms in warm confusion
but i reach for your neck,
absorb the musc,
dream of present clouds,
and forget tomorrow is waiting.
Queen BeeEven in my dreams, dear, I am sick of yourQueen Bee6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You haunt me when my eyes close,
amidst the candy cane trees my mind
makes up; You stroll along the sea grass
laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand
And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream,
a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick
as honey now. I can hear the bees.
They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can
feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent,
I am under the buzzing wings, floating
Away from you. Your ghost is farther away
than ever, now. Sometimes
I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.