• Poetry

    Transform the Ego

    The Ego Needs to be broken into tiny little pieces and fed to billions of people so that all can be equal and share a common thought =Compassion The Ego Needs to be pierced in the eye with acupuncture needles and twisted until the meridian flows of milky nectar =Love The Ego Needs to be melted and smeared across continental lines and flushed through sewers pouring into the center of the earth where molten lava can scorch and harden around it like an island =Hope The Ego Needs to be transformed by understanding and acceptance shared through finger tips, crossing lips and forgiving arms so that all can live together…

  • Poetry

    Flowers

    Flowers stained on the ceiling  From unexpected rains  Hidden rivers find new tributaries  Flowing into trains  Drips into buckets  Upon my brain do fall  Wine, gin and vodka  Are the answers to my whimper call  Cringing  Brows furrowed  Teeth slide side to side  Flattened veneers  Enamel lost  For worry and demise  As the entire sky releases  All but eternal doom  Waiting for my lover  Another sip consumed  Each room has its bucket  As a dozen flowers bloom Poem from Heirs of November: Poems, Prose and Protests (2017)

  • Poetry

    Botox and Vodka

    Botox and vodka Nose jobs and chocolate Tummy tucks, brow lifts, liposuction Collagen, enemas and augmentations These are a few of the things that I’ve done   When my boobs sag When my brows droop When I am feeling sad I simply call my plastic surgeon And then I don’t feel so bad   Laser and Bailey’s Facelifts and bon bons Acid peels, butt implants, lip injections Breast enhancements, nips, tucks–stitched together with string These are a few of those little things   I want to look like Oprah No! Like the Dalai Lama Just make me not look bad Staple my forehead so I’ll look surprised And I’ll never…