O little heart, stay small ( Read more... )

The woman on the radio cries
out about injustice, and flings a fist
towards the heavens about manipulation
and constipation and monopolization;
But what have you got to complain about,
Western Girl,
with all the pleasures you take for granted,
the lap of luxury you live in, confident
you'll be alive tomorrow and the next day, long
enough to reap the benefit ( Read more... )

My foot hurts, hard and faulty
though in front of the screen
I've forgotten my body
while aches still exist, here
I fly like a dove,
I can weigh what I please,
I can love whom I love,
I can sing out my song
and nobody knows
while they're living above,
I am living below.

We're all down and out
in the machines we've all got,
so I'll run fast and hard,
or i'll stay ( Read more... )

What light passes through those thin films ( Read more... )

Mountains! Sing to me, soothingly.
Rain on my face and
remind me where I am.

You won’t be
cleansing my poreslike the commercials claim…
You may fill them with
bits of acid and particles of
dead organic things;
You may infect me.
You may infect me!
Bring with you those things that speak to reality,all that is green, brown, and beige.
Let it sink into my skin ( Read more... )

She wanes again and I ( Read more... )

Why would you choose to
Chew up my tissue paper?
I gave you a bone!

Sweet Jen, strong mother
laughing wisdom in her words
clear-eyed, calm woman.

Strongly-worded’s how I slept ( Read more... )

little mockingbird
sings her song at three o'clock
in light or darkness