Sappho Dancing*

Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirring me-
sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in,

who time will now call Melissa

*

Sweet mother I cannot work the loom
I am broken with longing for a boy by slender Aphrodite

And she has chosen cruelly this time:

his stomach is hard
but his head is soft

Still I long for him to place flowers
in my giggling hair Read the rest of this entry »

Bi Polar

I drink and I drug because of this
And there is nothing
Unique honorable or special
About it
It’s just there
At times it’s a muffled frustration, which
Begs to be set loose
At other times u are the best thing that
Ever happened to the world
A lot of people in my family have this
Affliction
It’s nothing to be proud or ashamed of
It’s just there like a
A Peregrine falcon perched
On a tower waiting
For it’s prey and very quiet
And focused Read the rest of this entry »