Femme Fatale

This was written over the course of a few years. Link back to parts 1 & 2.

I.
Her beauty is imminent danger:
Ringlets tailspin from her head
dive bomb and crash into her shoulders
A collarbone set like a bear trap
Dagger sharp nails soaked in victim red
Her tsunami sway hips’ destructive tides
Quicksand lips and a tongue like a whip
Lead pipe legs that blind with their glisten
Piercing eyes that break skin
drawing blood from your heart
to the surface by tiny pinpricks
Lampshade fringe eyelashes
luring the moths
Cannonball breasts ready to ignite
And the hourglass figure that warned you
Your time is almost up!

II.
It’s too late,
her allure has lured you in
your reflection,
now forever fixed in her eyes;
a prisonly prism
that will not look away,
and while she sways
Every touch, evidence,
fingerprints she will lift with her powder brush
Those bombshell bosoms
close enough,
you hear the ticking
and you know
it is not her black heart
When your hand reaches the top
of that satin slit
and her garter clicks,
you will know
“This is it”.

III.
A private dick can’t resist
A femme fatale
Her ether sweet perfume
Intoxicant undetected by all
Right under your nose
A big sleep
Going deep and succumbed
The revolver draws
The squeeze trigger eyes
The cold lead thighs
Solve the crime of your demise
That dame can detonate
Without a hair misplaced
Leaving parts of you all over the scene
Darkened alleys narrowing
To a peeping pinhole vanishing… gone
And on her skin, colder than the rain licked sidewalks
And gutter grate-mouths, cigarette-steaming
The clue you missed, somehow, but now
You are a snuffed spliff
Just another missing stiff,
Wrapped in fishnets
And swimming with fish
All because of that deep, red kiss

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Published in: on December 27, 2015 at 3:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

Volunteer

On my first breath
I was a mess
you were absent forever
I drank absinthe and ether
every addict is running from something
but I stayed put
and was sorry
everything ran from me

I often played alone
it was house, never home
while you were chasing approval
I chased yours
and now I don’t know how to stay still
I stay busy
My haste makes the wind of that first breath

I made sacrifices to nothingness
And slaved to empty husband and children
Woke up old and tired
ready to slave
to the everythingness
ready to run toward something
that I can give to
that gives back
whose arms circle around me, as I theirs
closing the loop
of linear marathons
that go to nowhereness

Published in: on December 13, 2015 at 3:50 am  Leave a Comment  
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Given Up

That Saturday morning Dad went to rest
forever on his old bed
and that old mattress,
I was in the kitchen
cleaning the waffle iron.
It wasn’t as much a mess
As I was when I learned too late
He’d Gone

The heat of the Tucson sun
blasted through the dining window
scattering to the walls from the chandelier
turning the room into a frightening scene
of fleeing spirits rising
like lava lamp ghosts,
invisibly higher
and I wondered if the sun
could just be a crystal in
a bigger chandelier;
another light source behind it.

I cried in the closet that day
with the Samurai sword, old leather jacket,
boxing glove, and bowling ball.
The grief took me too hard
to realize that I now had to find homes
for all these orphaned possessions,
But not hard enough to realize
I would never find
home for myself again.

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fortune Teller

In the future we will travel
vacuumed like money is in tubes now
because we have become nothing
but assets for our government

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No hiss

There hung a single icicle
puncturing the pregnant moon, sinking

I came to pray to the night,
give my winter confession,
whisper visible breath
in hopes the silence would steal it
and I knew it would
because the moon, she made it far enough
to escape the chill that would expose
her leaking air;
the sound already stolen away

The round world will never know tonight, we deflated, you and I.

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Sparrow

if you feel little
think upon the brave sparrow
fly and rise above

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