headspace

she awoke in throws of deep despair
searching cerebral cortex for traces of his adoration
probing tympanic membrane for whisperings of passion untold...
longing for comfort of fine sinewy frame..
surely someone loved her?
Am I not real? she cried..
or have I become the definition of my desire...
does strength belie a weakness of want
or is existence simply context,
subtext no text for love illiterate?

cardinal sin

my rhythm runs syncopation flow
like me a woman of means

don't be afraid of my natty doo
i ain't mad just cruel

cuz i gotta shout to be heard
slap box to be seen
die a little each day
to live

my psyche bleeds
staccato flow
like me a woman
period