Sky dancer revised

this one it was real
this one it was real
so many others!
a gold scarf around my neck
house I can put my hand in
waiting for a response
for a response
cars somewhere are
speeding on a side road
you're in this pink room and
something went wrong



you, me and her
did it slip right by me?
this one's Jasmine
this one is pink
I hold one rose up, then another

something shook me
17 in the bathroom
black tiles surround me
mermaid maiden?
and who wants to be
she got what she wished for
but isn't that too boring?
woman was born to suffer
beauty is pain, pain beauty

it's one two three fibonnacci
all of you is raw and heavy

if there's one there are a million of them
face was so tender so was he
it was up to you to protect them


cat scratched me the snow stabbed me
in a tree, the snow piercing the part of your legs that were bare
in a playground covered in snow ice
nothing can live here, yet it does
you are here, you and her

toes not icy move them, they have feeling
you and your step sister her in plaid
we will freeze, but we don't

now you and the one who looks like him
are in some kind of garage
what are you doing?


you're eighteen your hair is red
the night is black
the doors are silent
you were waiting for someone

what are these eyes

what is this face

why are they glowing

yes it was hot hot in there

why are they glowing

let me travel to him him to me

promising safety

please fix the road for me

and it's getting dark

the pills were blue

the snow was white

presents were green

others red

then his text

a light! another then another

it can be so cold

so cold at night

sometime, sometime

legs scraped raw again

somehow I got back

thinking I was free

I was deceived

but for that moment the night was blanketed in white

red, blue and green lights gently hung around the old red brick buildings

so cold, but a sign of warmth

that you're home

no longer in a desert

the day to celebrate Christ

is this coming day, now it's night

and it's very silent only your feet make noise

in the snow marking it

presents sit in the living room

in a church your family stands next to you

lights go out and candle flames move like water

and it's quiet

she calls you a bitch

that morning the tsunami hits

you don't feel it here, or do you?

so thankful for the quiet this night

no one around

my cat comes in from outside

the snow makes a white mountain

this is the god of winter

an ice pick dosed in spearmint

your fingertips are a spark of deadly freeze

where no light comes

as the mercury ball drops

I'm not OK

I'm a grotesque monster of a wreck

I've been that

that thing think it's a piece of cheap pulp

but that thing is real

it's in me?

your emails have been read

somewhere someone is dancing
somewhere, the FARCs are getting rich

somewhere there's a white paste is stirred in a barrel

but here you're in a makeshift mall
step into a bathroom
white and holy r

the bag is pink

the white is snow

it has a peachy smell

it's a pink band aid

there's a devil doll outside

in a Santaria shop
he bobs gently and grins

you were warned
you were curious you know

somewhere people are marching in green, green leaves so sharp they cut

insects big as your hand

which one was stolen

three syllables

three bells

this one, the blue forms clouds, blueberries?

a blue boy on the wall

my nose hurts

aching, aching my body

and one came in from the cold

the air sucked out of the room

like in the barrel of a shotgun

or a piercing

a ring, one for every kind of day

8 am, 7 am which hour was it
plastic is cheap barely containing
somewhere in your bag it spilled
overspilled
you saw it, it was a skull, one too many
what was the meaning?
a car, too many
crossing the street
there were too many, too few to understand

it was winter this time
a white beard, should have worn the others
other earrings, those ones gold
the others diamond
love and hate adrenaline when it wants
always unannounced