Little Lip Tins
While an upscale lip balm can cost up to $30 a pop, our lipstick at the bottom of the tube has been going to waste. I recently cleaned out 3 tubes and combined the colors into an antique lil pot that had been killing time in my accessory drawer. I love the combined color and unique feel of my personal lip pallet to keep in my purse.
Stratford Scones
Crash Through!
A Very G’Night
Stumbling through the back of this day
Our souls lids are growing weary
We shall rest in each other’s way
Your colorful kiss revives the dreary
Take my hand and take my time
I give it freely
I let loose to you all that is mine
What’s mine is yours, really
Stay. In our dreams we’ll have a holiday.
©2015
**Is it rude to take pictures of strangers kissing? I assumed they wouldn’t mind.
Folks who are kissing don’t care about what they’re missing and happy dears are kind. **
©2015
Desert Snow
While roaming through the springs
I viewed a rare sight
Goes to show we don’t know things
to be fully black or white
But all love I will exert upon you before you go
And long after the desert turns white with snow
©2015
Pink Priscilla
The liquor store had kept
Pink Priscilla as a pet
to draw folks to the store
She found them entertaining
Until they became draining
and the green box lady was a bore
As time went on
it was clear she was a pawn
Didn’t feel like entertaining anymore.
When they sensed in her restraint
They turned her into paint
So she’ll always be outside the delivery door.
©2014
Susan’s Lament
He surrounds himself with glib distractions, traveling alone
Says he wants to build a life but cannot find a home
Can’t forgive the father that he wanted to admire
Now, any woman close to him will be burned by his fire.
Unaware of shallow lies
He meant not what he said
He seldom laughs and never cries
He walks amog the dead.
And though I feel the painful pinch
of what I feel I’ve lost
To pay the price to build a king
my spirit it would cost.
And now I’m back to loving who I was and who I am
After lending the part that once fed my heart
to the hand of a mere man.
©2014
The Pupils Pupils
All the pupils’ pupils without pupils
came to see,
if other pupils without pupils
were the bourgeouisie.
©2014
Button-cheeked Jester
Button-cheeked Jester
smiling in the street
Every limb still posing prim
in the heat of the concrete.
Thinner
This was the last night
she’d ever make him dinner
Someone else’s cooking was making him fatter
while she was getting thinner.
Found Cabinet Facelift
Puppy Love
She’d give anything up for her little pup
“Anything,” she said.
But when he started caving to his ultimate craving,
he ate her arms and head.
©2014
Basic Needs
She wasn’t like the others and the children would all stare
Some would judge
some wouldn’t budge
but she needed underwear
©2014
King Timothy
Timothy had had enough of heartache and neglect
Now, he was king
and every-thing
would give him due respect.