3 poems of 8/10/09

a little bit of lipstick


every day a little bit of lipstick
comes off the mirror,
sometimes
the pat on the dog's head
leads to snarling and
sometimes the stick
held in mid air,
is more than enough,

i abide in the gift of recollection,
opening the present
and sometimes I kiss the mirror
begin
all over again,

there is a gift of wings
waiting between the sunrise
and sunset,
in the alchemy of how
hearts of glass
mirror,
sometimes shatter
beyond breath
and fly.

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memory



time hangs limpid
like Dali's clock
melting in the dark,
just around the corner
where no one is to be seen

my beggar's bowl is empty
and the humpback whale
sings a lullaby to those with
tears left to cry

the sky is a sheltering land
where hope goes to die
and grace descends
like rain.


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i was a redhead once



when you mix the rules of engagement
to the alchemy of individuality
shadows speak
of metaphors
when the white horse rides

I was a redhead once
and Bukowski loved me enough
to make me real

he tore me apart, searching for the real me,
broke me into
10000 easy pieces, puzzling as I was

I was a dreamer once,
only he knew I was naturally blond.