I am nostalgia
Pin-up curvy, soft bangs, red.

-I'm stopped for stories

Gentlemen see both

Anastasia and a Scot

-History reveals...

Heroes, romance, war,
bravery, honor, and pride

-That was long ago


Loves, now long deceased
Along with too many friends

-"Should have seen me when..."


Just my hair alone!
welcomed such gifts from strangers

-Glimpses of their truth

Real secret of style?

2:00 a.m. bathroom haircuts

...and goodwill clothing

trapped in argument
one side -so irrational,
yet wins every time.

(its making up for
breaking down... waking up from
settling.)  Begin.  Be.

Ideas, waking life

my closed-eyed disturbances

too often become

pulsing mind, I fall
dizzy from the subwoofer
dancing in my head

Why purgatory?

To leave with epiphany...

It never was me!

Destroy this writer?
Strip confidence!  Joy!  Meaning!
-fool gave me more ink.

A grammar goddess
seeks power in one letter
-not capital gain

It is aparent;
he who destroys self worth, lives-
has no principals

Patience for breathing
an agonizing lesson
so misunderstood

Where is, "forgiveness"?
in a bottle? in your heart?
Will we fall apart?

How Fucking dare you!
molest my words, break my trust
Your eyes betrayed me

My mind has been raped;
Freedom, plucked from my journal-
Nothing is my own

Evidence of life:
stretch-marks, wrinkles, scars, white hair-
all are signs of gain

She turns ten today
But this is the first wanting.
Not with me; I cry

I prefer the fall
No longer burdened; succumb
the moment of change

do we spin to fall?
sensible childhood joys twist;
now we fear to spin

An endless retreat
into myself with ravens
flailing at the waves

She is suicide-
The Siren who bursts your heart
with Satan's last song

Prickly positive
cranial-sphincter syndrome
comfortably contained

It scares you?  I'm fine.
The phone rings; I can't answer
-it will be more bad news

Moments of brilliance,
I thought earned commendation
were misunderstood

Run away from it
anything that commits you
ties are binding foes

When life interrupts
its just life as it were
-else it be called death

To be satisfied;
a conundrum for mankind
If only we could...

Peaceful vengeance is
surpassing expectation
with only my grace

So few joys surpass
interpretations of film
to literature