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He Called Her Subordinate

She stalked him at his home.

She followed his trail

And fornicated in his garden

Of bergamot and orpiment.

With her fantasies and powders,

Arsenic rings in terraced pots,

She circinate the armaments of her war.

He called her unworthy,

Unworthy of his love.

She would show him her worth

As she pleasured herself.

She would never be subordinate

To his wishes, copulating in corners

And secret places,

While he lives in the walled garden

With a life and termagant wife.

She poisons the berries,

And smiles in her terror,

As she corposants her peak

Ionizing her lover's deceit

Glass Tornado

Into pavement,

Like glass smashing.

Onto concrete,

Like windows crashing.

The pull to the chest,

Of the heart breaking.

Like a crystal tornado

Wrapped up in your veins,

Tearing it out

With each swirl of the winds,

That carried you off,

At the begins.

Onto the ground,

Like tossed carcass.

Hands over head,

Like a curled ball.

Contain the storm,

That lashes out of bounds.

Heels to ass

Elbows to knees

The smaller the target

The less there will be

Shards of the tornado

Destroying the soul.

Moontime 

It’s moontime again,

When the silver light,

makes silver shade,

In silvery chill,

Along the ground. 

It's moontime,

When Moon beam lovers

Trip, 'cross the lengthening

Grasses, 

‘luminating lawns,

On their midnight stroll.

Moontime

A nocturnal creature

In a silvery gown

Slithers white

Against the flattening shadows. 

O, moontime.

O you moon time.

Plenty of Fish: An Observation of Online Dating

There’s plenty of fish in the sea,

Plenty of fish, indeed.

POF of online fame

Could chastely be call,

Catch and release, 

-As you will see.

I’m still married.

It’s complicated, you see.

But,- maybe we can be,

"Just friends."

(with-um-benefits?), or

I’m really 22, I just like older women.

You wanna have fun?

Can you lend me some money?

But then,

A gem does clear the waves,

Of subs and doms, and

Those gloriously gorgeous 

Gift card grifters,

To reveal an artist, a poet,

A righter of wrongs

A doer of things

or, merely, someone,

who can

spell.

And the sparks fly,

And the flirting begins,

Numbers exchanged,

I’ll give you a ring…

It goes on for hours,

Sometimes for days,

After a week,

Into friend zone-

You’ve strayed.

So, be quick on your mark,

Don’t let her outta your sight,

Cuz like any good fish in the sea,

She’s up, and over,

And on to, the next

Shark.