The Last Sunshine

The sun has faded
too quickly.
The bright light
evaporates into murkiness.
The last good day
of beautiful,
buring rays
on my sun-thirsty
skin.

So dehydrated
at least till April.

Parched and stuck
till I can bare
my polka-dotted arms again
and free my stifeled toes
from strangling socks.

Blanketed in cold gray and snow
looms as the next sunrise
crawls over the mountain peaks

Naked with sunshine
is best.

Clash

The day
to the night.
Dark crystal.
And then
the clear.

So the
poor bird,
dead
lies on
the hot
sidewalk


She walks
her dog
slowly,
staring
down the
gray sky

My cactus
keeps growing
higher
for three
years,
I've kept
it alive,
somehow

So obvious,
this whole
poem.

Unimportant,
as words are
to death
and life

And yet,
I write.
Still

Smeared--2007

Smeared
and messy

In pieces and

broken

My body
my mind
Blurred
Any hurt
Piled on to
Causes puddles

of black

Find the missing

parts

Pick up my

life

Wipe away

the smears
somehow

Air forms--2003

The fresh sun filters

through the tiny holes
in the blinds

The new air glides

through the screen
onto my neck

Your soft body
radiates warmth
and keeps me calm
Your beautiful head

on my soft pillow

Your breath rises
and falls
a steady tide

such bliss

I will lie here
half awake

for as long as I can.

clouds everywhere

i see no stars today, just clouds covering every though or hope going through my mind.
i need to work on taking care of myself....i need to get those medical records sent,
i need to do laundry, i need to be less stressed.
but how can i?
i am preoccupied with these moths flying around my head.
i cannot bat them away, so i can think clearly again.
i cannot be myself; i have to be this outer shell which gets things done,
or at least tries to do my job "right."
when will the clouds lift...when will i see the stars again,
those tiny lights that give hope for finding my way.