At night I dream
of being the virgin queen
the rigid rod that fell
beneath the weight of air
I feel my ministers
rob my body seconds
after I close my watery eyes
Stealing England from my hand
Pulling fingers that danced
as pale, supple spiders
weaving the threads of
traitors and gentlemen
And I can only muse
with my dull, flat tongue
that had I known love, I would have
stabbed it in its heart
The final thrust I'd strike
with a dismissal so cold
gazing at the dazed dawn
from soundproof chambers
where the only cannon shot
to breach my inner sanctum
would be the one to fell England
and with it, me.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
Masculine rhymes are from accents, Feminine rhymes are from disyllabia. <-- Poems ad infinitum
This is my blog, this is my blog, this...is...my........BLOG!! (This is her blog...)
Friday, 24 February 2006
Thursday, 23 February 2006
Wow, I Guess I AM That Mean
Your Love Life Secrets Are |
Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves. You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't? You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky. In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it. Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go. |
Predictable, Yes.
Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali |
You're a complex, intense creature who displays many layers. There's no way a traditional portrait could ever capture you! |
Friday, 17 February 2006
Thursday, 16 February 2006
Avoiding the Gaze of the Boy Across the Aisle
The angry lights in the back of the commuter buses
tumble in succession; they
slide behind tree branches
They flicker in circles
like a New Jersey Carnival-
self-effacing and knowing
they are just a cheap flame.
At the end of the tunnel
instead of heaven there are cars
huddling tighter and tighter
milky white headlights
shuddering together
So the whole curve becomes
pearls on a loose string
the things we notice, while hiding a blush...
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
I'll thank you, sir, to stop casting elisions on my character... <--More Poetry
tumble in succession; they
slide behind tree branches
They flicker in circles
like a New Jersey Carnival-
self-effacing and knowing
they are just a cheap flame.
At the end of the tunnel
instead of heaven there are cars
huddling tighter and tighter
milky white headlights
shuddering together
So the whole curve becomes
pearls on a loose string
the things we notice, while hiding a blush...
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~
I'll thank you, sir, to stop casting elisions on my character... <--More Poetry
Tuesday, 14 February 2006
Off-Again
Call me up at midnight
quick-jump-shake me out
of a dream I hate
You can get off on my voice
I don't mind
The clink of a
slipped leash
turns me on
You can think of
whomever you like - I don't care
It would be nice
not to be your fantasy again
You know how I do love
such gorgeous lies
to you from me to the world
We can play this off
tomorrow
no trouble at all
When you get it bad
even more lonely than the usual
your pitiful seductions
make me twitch
and your rapid-fire talk, your
diseased thoughts
make my bones itch
But you know, you can always
Call me up at three a.m.
slip-scream-scare
my favorite nightmare away
You can get turned on
I don't mind...
I'm not mine
~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~
Go on, light some incense and sip espresso. <-- More Verses for the Desperate
quick-jump-shake me out
of a dream I hate
You can get off on my voice
I don't mind
The clink of a
slipped leash
turns me on
You can think of
whomever you like - I don't care
It would be nice
not to be your fantasy again
You know how I do love
such gorgeous lies
to you from me to the world
We can play this off
tomorrow
no trouble at all
When you get it bad
even more lonely than the usual
your pitiful seductions
make me twitch
and your rapid-fire talk, your
diseased thoughts
make my bones itch
But you know, you can always
Call me up at three a.m.
slip-scream-scare
my favorite nightmare away
You can get turned on
I don't mind...
I'm not mine
~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~
Go on, light some incense and sip espresso. <-- More Verses for the Desperate
Tuesday, 7 February 2006
Inside the Mandrake's Studio
You know how James Lipton asks his guest of the week a series of questions on Inside the Actors Studio? I decided to answer them. Because, really, why not?
1. What is your favorite word? Every.
2. What is your least favorite word? Pulchritude.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Water.
4. What turns you off? Food.
5. What is your favorite curse word? Wicked.
6. What sound or noise do you love? The wind.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Splat.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional Assassin or Circus Performer.
9. What profession would you not like to do? Dentistry.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "I loved everything you've ever created. Draw me a picture."
Momentary Soundtrack: "Nothing to Me" by Laura Dawn, off of Believer. "I've left a trail of blood and spit...like the morning after some glorious fit..."
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Consider the blameless, observe the upright; there is a future for the man of peace." Psalms Ch.37 v.37.
What I Learned Today: Clay may hold some of the secrets to evolution.
1. What is your favorite word? Every.
2. What is your least favorite word? Pulchritude.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Water.
4. What turns you off? Food.
5. What is your favorite curse word? Wicked.
6. What sound or noise do you love? The wind.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Splat.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional Assassin or Circus Performer.
9. What profession would you not like to do? Dentistry.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "I loved everything you've ever created. Draw me a picture."
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