Reincarnated Creations plus Something Fairly New

Friday Nite -- Fall 2001

Sleeping bodies lying quietly
soft, warm, comforting
sweet, truthful moments
beautiful, absolutely beautiful
i feel
waking in his arms
eyes, deeply, drowning
brown, black, boundless
quiet
stillness, silent, blinking
staring, hoping, wanted
know my thoughts, please know
your lips, my lips, glancing
the split second
you move, I'm there
meeting, joining, meeting, parting
sublime
smiling, breathing, tingling, butterflies
breath, smell, scent
solidify the memory
closer, pulled ever closer
thank you
touching, holding, being
wanted
push the covers from my face
beautiful, could you make me feel more beautiful
sweet, thoughtful
somehow it all goes right
smiling, lying in his arms, in his bed
close, comfortable, wonderful
blessed chance
sweet remembrance
knowing not the length of this
but now there is hope
if not for us
than for me
sublime hours
come again to me.

one of my very first big girl works
one of the few things that (though in different ways) i still like as much as when i wrote it
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M.P.-- 2005

municipal parking.
or thats what it said
anyway.
iridescent tangerine paper sun,
pristine crumbled cotton ball high above the highway,
below cocoa crumbled
blueberry soda
orb.
municipal parking...
who could come down from a day like today
with a sign
so pedestrian.
municipal parking,
who knew.

i wrote this when was working at the diner
oh how things come to you in the strangest places
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writer...

one day ill pretend to be a writer
for its a part i've yet to play (one of many)
i should think it would be fun, though arduous
for to play a writer is not to be one
and its is always fun to be something
someone
for sometime
because you know you can change back (hopefully)
and arduous, firstly because it is a vocabulary word
and secondly because of its meaning
and thirdly, because of the toil
the toil-ing with words
to sandwich them like a deli worker
to paint them like an undergraduate studio art major
to add them like high school math regents
to shape them like a glass-blower
to sing them like Paulo Nutini (le sigh)
one day i shall be a writer
even though its a part i've played
i play the part in secret
for when you are not labeled as a thing
you cannot be judged by it (hopefully)
so inside lives this 'writer'
who it would seem
is actually a critic, after all