FREESTYLEVISION

When the space arrived at the end when all else that day was done there was nothing left to do about it. The chatter, packing and unpacking of the business day, banter of a shallow sort, the very pretend was the reality that capitalism brings. Those left quietly to their own just desserts were holding…

For Kay Ryan The table is always empty in their house, where neatness is kin to religion. The idea of the horizontal surface’s power to hold disparate refuse of the day never flowers in their room where perfection in appearance becomes a tomb.

We are so many different places part of the time. Different places define how we act, present ourselves part of the time. We are so many turning about to hide the others we show to no one. I hold the hand mirror behind my head to show my leaving the others. Alone with no one…

I am not interested in how you put together your life, only that you were betrothed to me in your conglomerateness. Paging back through the bits that made sense or were interesting holds us enthralled like watching the life of the aquarium in the city in the dark. Pausing to catch your breath as you…

Where are all the lotus farmers off to Now the hubcap salesmen have up and left? I come from a long line of coal loaders Down by the rusted tracks of the B & O. How the winds carried away all voices That long enough ago is cannon fodder For us all left holding the…

no waiting on checkstand zero for no items or less

You ask me…who am I? I am myself…I am every woman. I sip the waters when I am parched. I eat the fruit to satisfy my hunger……. I sleep when I tire and rise with the morning sun… I dance to the music …I sing my own song… And when I yearn…I yearn for you…my…

Eyes locked on eyes then breaths quickly drawn in Lips pressed to lips as mouths open tongues glide and tangle… tasting… claiming… Oh yes Hands touching shoulders then arms around pulling closer… This I remember Just hours later I still taste you in my mouth… Feel you on me In me… Smell you on my…

He brought me to the top of the mountain and laid with me on a cloud and with his kiss bonded me to him. There I touched heaven… Now back on earth’s solid ground with his scent still on my skin and his taste lingering in my mouth hours later I still tremble… Who is…

Desires in my mind long to see the light of day yet feel safest in the dark… Sweet velvet covered dark… You who fascinate me tempt me to feel these deeply hidden unspoken desires… wanton needs… buried inside me.. firmly entrenched covered in layers and layers of dense gossamer. Will you lift away each layer…