Author Archives: Glitter Buns

The sea is vast where your dreams are mine,  And mine became yours in the eyelet lemon-grass sweet; We are aging so rapidly my dear Beauty the remainder of your crow-wrinkled smile;  Love born where hate defied us despite its blooming shade, nightingale blue, Is Georgia spring where summer never left, Valentine daisies on inkContinue reading “Georgia Lilies”

Challenged sickly sweet, law-abiding Doe-eyed fool, and red tape the ballot vote with terror dreams; choose the dancing devil or bleeding heart,  Neither do anything but pose  postcards outside clinics and kowtow to false idols;  Fill hotel lobbies with dry lemon-grass  Plastic particulates, rights in a glass jar; Lead them in, show them red, showContinue reading “On this day in June”

Self-fulfilled prophecy So I can self fulfill it  candy red devils coming out your mouth,  Ice cold Pepsis on ice silos and thin coffee straws on the sunshine side,  Cold years and warm months With nothing but the sound of glass  On chalk, and chalk on sidewalks And written script, habeas corpus  on the writ,Continue reading “please let me out, I’ve lost the key”

Valleys of the mind go to waste In the tresses foul and stench, like the rotting flesh of policy, political mind. Do you only find the salvation of the sniveling kind,  Beneath the barrel, rum, whiskey, chowder, of your bowed flower-power with wills that bend in the breeze as you hang onto the slightest chance, Continue reading “Perchance”

My body is struggle,  And grief and strife pouring down from the great sands of time;  It’s my Polish mother in the fields to feed her children or the cobbler’s wife scraping together and sewing together, scraps to survive and the first chill of zima,  where women knew, they knew the secret marks of strayContinue reading “sisterhood”

Am I the empty nothing With pockets turned  and pain behind my ear,  To ask and beg forgiveness  from the closed fist,  the nightmares where your ugly face Is the putrid scum splashed on the pages of your petty revenge, counted like fickle Feelings of warmth in your heart;  And yet, I feel myself nothingContinue reading “EMPTY<nothing”

I stare at the corner of the world Where the lies are cherry sweet,  are the buoyed knots, fishing poles jutting out from the deep;  of Texas summers, muggy, foggy the sound of $10 dimes tinking against the glass window,  swallowed whines of abandoned hounds,  Of wasted, counted, measured, known, rivers three feet wide, threeContinue reading “corner of the world”

Morale crumbling, beliefs from breathed tapering headlines. irritated glances from the workplace bench measure for the strength of the soul post by the body’s work, and break the heart pooled, colored disbelief by ivory towers with no ladder but internal structure feeding burned soil, sword shined and polished by the glare of judgmental grace, soContinue reading “Tapering headlines”