Bedroom Window
Musty gray dawn
trespasses into the noon hour;
And one looks like the other
from this side of my bedroom window.
Weather stained pawn
malingers from stale to sour;
And one smells like the other
as I slump by my bedroom window.
Curtains are drawn
Like me, to endeavor or cower;
And one feels like the other
as I abandon my bedroom window.
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Infinite Woman
This woman-shame
Who slapped it on me?
Who slammed me down?
I know who.
The same who came at me
To get my heart
By the nape of my neck.
Well it’s not yours
To hump on
And then throw aside with boredom.
I’m not a conquest.
A chunk of rock to conquer.
I’m a womon.
You linear, narrow, unimaginative, attitude-limited
Uncreative, chunk of finity!
We’re gonna grow right by you.
You better pray
Parthenogenesis doesn’t happen in your life time.
Tame me, shame me, game me, maim me;
Baby that don’t make me cum. Jesus!
I love womyn.
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Worker’s Fruit
Kept in the womb too long.
The fruit began to rot.
First out. I’m last shot.
I dare you. Say I’m not
I’ll glisten in the sun;
Then die in a potpourri pot.
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Do You Believe in Redemption?
I searched down into
My weather stained heart
For a breeze to sweep my pain
And wished for a new start
To rise and live again.
I searched down into
My parched desert mind
For an oasis from my strain
And wished the strength I’d find
To rise and live again
I searched down into
My seeded soul
For power to relinquish shame
And wished to embrace the goal
To rise and live again
Then I reached out… and up
And touched the sky
Above the wind and sun and rain
And kissed my life so that I
May rise and live again.
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