a conversation with los angeles

i awoke wanting to spill my insides onto the page
share the tiniest of twists within my minds eye with you
i awoke wanting to tattoo my soul onto my fingertips
to reach out and give away the sparkles from my eyes
so you could melt a little bit too
into the ground i am standing upon
i awoke wanting to write a love song to los angeles
to share our special moments with you, all our secrets
I awoke wanting to speed down mulholland's feminine curves
daring you to follow closely as not to lose me in the crowd
so you could see this place through my eyes
spend a moment inside my mind
i awoke with my heart in my hand beating in time with the traffic
breathing the smog in like the cologne of a lover
thanking this city for bringing me to this place.

today

today i awoke with a thought in my head
dangerously close to optimism
i poured a half full glass of water between my lips
and said hello to the people who passed by
today i didnt look at the clock quite so much
nor did find myself sorting and resorting the same papers
again and again
mindlessly
today i awoke with a thought in my head
dangerously close to happiness
dont want to speak too soon
find myself crashing down tomorrow
so for now i will stop,
entertain the notion that sometimes good things occur
and new lives can occur at any time.

cutting

it hit me recently
the pages ripped from my calendar
something torn from me
like someone took a scissor
deep inside my heart to cut a major artery
i cant bleed out fast enough
thats when it stops hurting, right
::or so i have been told::
repeatedly by the confidantes
they seem to know whats best for me
::or so i have been told::
it hit me recently
still surprises me
that the clock just keeps on going round
some tick tocking sounds like mocking
sounds like stalking
thought it would have stopped by now
its best to put my hands over my eyes
put fingers in my ears
::or so i've been told::
but i can still feel the presence
of a phantom limb
of a phantom hand
just forget whats eating me
until there is nothing left of it
but tear stains
and heart sprains
thats what the onlookers know to be true
::or so i've been told::

The Boy Prince with the keyhole chest and the girl with the skeleton key vol. III

dear readers we know
these two must cross paths
inevitability locked its cross hairs
on their heartstrings
shooting arrows with cupids crossbow
dialed up a variety of near misses
brief sightings
quick glances
walking up stairs while another walks down
sitting at the same tables
in the same restaurants
just hours apart
avoiding new loves flying dart
his nose buried in books
her eyes peeled down at the ground
shrugging excuse me's
while travelling upon asphalt pathways
ignoring all the passerbys
jingling keys walking by
creaking rusted heart cage sighs
The Boy Prince with the keyhole chest
felt a rumbling in the universe
felt a whisper on the wind
he did a most impossible thing
he closed his book,
stopped
sat upon the green grass
acknowledging it made his skin itch
and finally looked up.

no ideas

there is a part of me that wont give
perhaps unanswered motivations are clawing up my skeleton and into that little twitching spot in my mind
surrounding me are the same broken hearts that have always been
i wonder if i find solace in shared hurt feelings
maybe if i take an advil twice a day, every day,
that little tap tap tap will go away
stop knocking on my windows with scratch branches beckoning me to come out and play awhile in oncoming traffic
there is a part of me that locked up tight
threw away the key and swallowed the combination
burned the roadmap and sat watching and waiting for the vultures to circle.
sitting cross legged under a hot sun

neverending work daydreams

i'd like to get away a while
climb barefoot on volcanic cliffs
where lagoons meet lava flows
where mermaids mix cocktails
singing siren songs
along beachfront passages
i'd like to get away a while
watch flowers growing tropical
where quiet is uninterrupted
where i can nap in sunshine
lazy sand castles
and tree house adventures
i'd like to get away a while
without a word to anyone
where clouds fingerprint sunsets
where footprints wash away

dreaming

she went to sleep and dreamed of beautiful things
tiptoed up staircases of poetic words
and down the smooth slides of the silver tongued
she danced barefoot atop damp grass
but did not notice the cold
she rode on ships of with swarthy pirates
to deserted islands where coconuts dropped from skyscrapers
she smiled like cheshire cats
sipped wine from the the petals of lavender roses
she dreamt of standing under very tall trees
and finding comfort in the shade
she pretended she was magical for this single moment
allowed herself to remain in this enchanted place
just long enough to believe in it
she held her eyes tight so not to wake up