Paris Chateaus

My tongue a bit unsure
as I speak French.

I think about
all the beautiful buildings
in Paris.

The monuments and chateaus
flutter across
the veins in my eyelids
as I sleep.

The Girl That Parents Don't Like

The type of girl
who sits in
the back of class,
the back of the bus,
the back of the movie theater.

Up to no good
and always
somewhere else to be.

When Earth Was Young

The stars were
impossibly brighter
and the air was
impossibly purer.

No one was around
to wonder why
this particular planet
and the vast spread of stars
existed.

No one to ask
the meaning of the universe.

It all simply was.

Falsity

No matter what
they want you to believe.

"Blonde bombshells"
lead just as boring lives.

Money won't fix
a dysfunctional family.

And all those things you bought
won't matter when you're dead.

Infinite

This day feels infinite,
endless.
No start and no end.

It's a good thing,
if you were wondering.

To feel almost
as though I can stop time
for a bit.

To just revel
in the moments.

Bloody Clothes

Blossoming stains.

At first,
bright.

Then forgotten,
faded dark.

Then rusted,
abandoned.

Peach, Lemon, Strawberry

Peach juice
running down my chin,
sticky on my fingers.
In a red gingham dress,
I feast
on the ripeness
in the heavy heat
of the summer afternoon.

Lemon on my tongue.
The rind swirling
round my cocktail.
Tart explosion.
Stars hang, crystalized,
in the vast night sky.
My blue velvet dress
clings to every curve.

Strawberry stains on my lips,
my palms a vibrant red.
I bake a sweet pie.
Domestic girl
in a soft green dress
with rock n roll music
and the curious cat
as my cherished company.

Whatever Helps

Tarot cards spread out,
a flimsy fate
by the chaos
of the deck.

A flimsy belief
in controlling
one's life.

As if
it changes anything.

Still, I'm all for
whatever helps.

Sex.
Whiskey.
God.
Mary Jane.
Yoga.
Tarot cards.

Take your pick.

For Those Unsure Of Their Existence

If unsure
of one's own existence:
looking at
one's mirrored
reflection
may help.

A warning:
confronting
one's own reflection,
quite possibly,
may only make
one's turmoil worse.

A Bloody Crown

I take the crown
from upon
his dead skull.

Wiping the brain matter
before placing it
on my rightful head.

The throne is cold
but I don't notice.

My thoughts
float away.

The intoxication of power
is already coursing through
my royal veins.

Small Citrus Pleasures

She grows
lemon and lime
trees.

Tending to them
like children.

Delighting in
the growing
citrus.

She slices them
into her cocktails.

She bakes them
into her pastries.

The acidic profile
is always
on her tongue.