Pretty Red Stockings

“Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..” I whimsically sing..placing pointed toes, followed by left leg; into the stocking (Humming)…”hum.hum…hum…hum.hum” settling my right foot into the stocking…. around my heel, up my ankle, past my knee, now, stuck at my thigh… “Pretty Red Stockings….Pretty Red Stockings…Pretty Red Stockings..” I gleefully, sing. Spreading my fingers wide…

Push UP

Push Up.. Muscles flex and waiver Chin down, head straight..now lift. Steady. Hold. Fingers Stuck. Elbows in. Back straight. Wrists strong. Drop Chin to the ground. Breathe. Push up. Up! Hold. Steady. Toes stuck. Arms firm. Shoulders strong Stomach tight Bottom in. Hold it. Hold it! Down. Slow. Easy. Chin Down! Flat on the Ground….

Silly Little Fishy

Silly Little Fishy Out the tank you leaped..ignorant and deafbuck eyed and free Thirsty for more..bigger, deeper, seas. Hungry for what you “thought” was on the other-side of the glass Silly Little Fishy “The lake has dried up..there’s no water here and the oxygen isn’t that good either.” I watch as you gasp and flap. …

Words

Itching to get out… fine hair stands on end at my neck..  (straight, curved, jilted and edged…spaced… crowded, bold and exclaimed lost before caught. Empty thought… fragmented lines.. incomplete lost sentences, black-outs and white-outs anxious and excited speechless and loud from cerebral hemispheres, to spine..to shoulders, to arms, elbows, wrist then fingers..Point. Type, stamp, click,…

The Lie

Please..just let me be tonight whatever my offense..hold me fault tomorrow .  I need my rest tonight.  Please. Consciousness shakes my sleep. Truth slaps my cheek..yet at your forehead I lay close. Face to face… we got lost in the fallacy of who we Want to be.. never to face the reality of Who we…

Night Navigator

Night train.. rolling over hills, and drifts, winding roads..and worn metal. 11:16 pm. Take the Eastbound train. Exit at Stadium Subway. Head West to 4th street. Pass the Ball Park, 2 blocks ahead, on the other side of the highway. Down the Street. Around the corner. Behind the alley. Past the iron gate. To the right.  …

Squawk the Crow

Squawk the Crow…Nevermore. It’s after midnight..why are you pecking at my front door?.. Didn’t I say..to not come round here..Nevermore..no more?! Go away Crow you’re not welcome…anymore! I heard your pickup spinning up and down the street… Wheels viciously turning with rubber burning…in fiery red heat. I heard the phone ring and ring ….then the…

Doll

He wants me.. ……………………though he knows me not. He wants me.. ……………………..he thinks I’m beautiful  “You’re my Living Doll..” he whispers at my earlobe…though he’s never really seen me. He wants me.. ……………………..he wants my legs wrapped around him, ankles crisscrossed at his waist, holding, gripping, and lifting me…though he’ll never ever feel me. He…