Glass Bottles

Lemon butterfly.
In a clear, blue bottle
Fluttering, sunshine glitter
On his wings.

Return.

If I could remember
The tender
Crocodiles' smile
How she engulfed me,
I might wait ...
To speak
To breath

But better worlds await us
In the glimmer of a turtles' gurgle
And I'm comforted by her leathery lips
Marbled shell

If only we could be
As good of company
As the speedy fruit fly

But I fear we are destined
For cheerful rebellion
Sharper miracles
And silver zebra beads.

Tunes

We don't know how
How to be cooler than cool
But we know how
How to pick a good groove

Gimmie some stumbling, silky blues
Or crackling, crumbling classical
Jumping, jiving jazz

Something I can tap my toes to
Hop a hoovercraft
Up to the clouds, looking
Down on
Jupiter

Billie Holiday crooning, baby.
She floats down to Andromeda
Into the fluffy
Star dust

She can hold her own
Angel voice, rollin' sweet like
Cinnamon sugar bagels
With extra cream cheese.

Scarlet

The Interior of the Heart

Gave me quite a start

When you said you would part

The seas

In order to be close

To the things you love most

A piece of buttered toast

And me.

Missiles

Missiles

Missed me

On my way to school.

Or did I miss the missiles?

Missed kissing the missiles?

Mr. Missile's fist missed my kisser by miles

My, Ms. Kissister, my sisterly child

Crystal missiles crying for kisses

So sorry, Ms. Kissister, my sister, wild with child

Mr. Missile misses my panoramic smile

That goes on for miles and miles and miles

And I miss missiles kissing

On my way to school

Don't miss me too much

My Crystal Missiles

Purple Poem

Lilac in the early spring

Plum purple wool socks

Drifting to sleep

Grapes and blueberries and cough syrup

Sticky finger paint on blank walls.

Early October

The snow is falling in thick, fluffy pieces
Blanketing my boulevard in soft death
The chill in my fingers
And the chill in my toes tell me that
Sleep came early this year
And it mean mittens and layers
Blankets and slippers
Cocoa and kisses and runny noses.