Funny how a thing like
Being naked
Isn’t really in the nude
Unless you are there to see me.
Believed nonetheless.
Did you see that spotlight on my dress?
It wasn’t on me.
It was to flatter red gems that never
Get the attention they need.
Naked, wasn’t I?
What is this you say of a red sequined dress?
Your stories are colliding
And pretty soon
You’ll know the truth of it all.
Or so one can hope.
I didn’t do what I meant.
My mouth, pried open
With a stick
Wave food over my head
Tease me because you hate me.
Hate me because you’ve misunderstood me.
The audience can scorn at what they think I’ve become.
Still a girl with strawberry lips.
The dark chocolate hair.
Five leafed clover
Is more unlucky
Than two.
Hand out only two leafed clovers
To my few fans.
I can only
Love the people
Who braid my hair
Lay me across their lap
Tell me the stories of faith
Your dampened shoulder with my
Tears and drool.
Prattling my own verses
That are a little unclear
I'm sorry that I cant write you
An understandable soliloquy.
I told you I can leave you feeling
Different than an
Empty stereotype.
I have reminded you.
Haven’t I?
”Some two cant be saved.”
Shouts a dramatic queen
With a diamond petticoat
It’s the sum of
One imaginary number and
A real one
Now you hear a false echo bounce
Off the sets made for a pretend world
Trying to be as authentic as
The paintings of Gods on the walls.
Not an echo for this is far too cliché
To use in a verse
Cliché
A word overly used in my poetry
To leave a line of my teeth
On your program booklet.
Declining lights, red velvet curtain unfurled
I know you feel the lines of imperfection
From my mouth.
I know you finger them on the paper
When you feel out of place in this cold auditorium.
They are only my teeth
I will tell you.
Though you may keep this indentation for a good luck charm
Don’t believe this characters voice
A horrible actress to play my part
On encore I will return to please
The ones I’ve hurt the most.
The ones I’ve let down.
Stage fright.
Narrowing throat.
Clogged with words I don’t even
Know the meaning to.
Opening my mouth
Awed
Diddly to say.
See the glimmer of my back teeth
These cavities fillings are gold and deep.
I don’t eat the food that creates them.
Can’t let a body take a body
Disappointed with everybody.
Collect the fallen rose petals
After this show.
Once the applauds have
Ran their way out of
Every nook and cranny.
Take these last petals that never clung to the flower.
Make them desirable.
A gift made individually
Thought out before attempted.
Left for no one but an empty stage.
Pick it up and make love
To the voice of yourself.
Lightly caress your bottom lip.
With the rose or the thorn?
You may ask.
See the pigment of my lips.
This color only comes from
Liquid blood.
Do not follow in hatred.
Caress your lip with
This soft bed for only the smallest delicates.