BLEED THRU THE CRACKS

i keep doing
& if i do hard enough

& dont look
into the morning mirror

then i might
bleed thru the cracks

& stain the stage
& make them see

after the curtains are down

& the lights are up

what it looks like

to keep doing

& the true-crime 

look of it all

BOILED OVER

american jazz
mumbled chinese

starbucks tuesday AM

hot melting pot
five cheese sandwich

brown leather
white skin

her gleeful point
his empty stage

& a bip bop poem
is in the air

boiling over
away from me

in 
a 
never ever promise

from weareadifferentkindofwoman.blogspot.com

WARHOL DREAMING

i
dreamed
the 
New York night in black & white

i
was 
with Warhols men 
me and Lou Reed
and
Van Morrison visiting with Them

and
in big shades on the small stage
we
strode in boots in circles and loops 
paid
in
reflected fame
on
repeating film 
and
the flash of polaroid stain

and
the 
Factorys foil was a dirty glimmer
Warhols silver hair 
a 
grainy 
shimmer
and when Jagger arrived
me and Lou decided
to
blow
to
Maxs
for drinks and dinner

from maxskansascity.org