Twisted Muse
Lately
every woman that surrounds me becomes a lioness
a black widow spider
a 50’s house wife with meatloaf dinner dreams
every man that entices me is like a closet plague
With swastika foreheads
and toxic radiation for a heart
every song I hear
is the melody of the meek
and the musical notes of the humble
with a black onyx heart
and buried memories that smell of the dead
every photo is see evokes the peacock inside of me
it colors you in rainbows for me
every photo I see takes me to REM sleep
where you and I meet again
Like an 1800’s ship finding its way home
lately every kiss I feel is the kiss of hope
whispers in the unseen night
and I am the dewy mist
that nurtures the Venus flytraps outside your semi open nucleus
every color I see is a January frozen tree
with stationary leaves that are plagued with the weight of its prior season
quietly whispering devotion
once the moon makes its grand appearance in the sky
every book I read is a book of a coming of age
with words that break the ground around me
And sprout wanna be European culture
Where it once had existed
lately every poem is Poe
and Plath
and Keats
and Keats
they are the words that wake me at 4 in the morning
when the world is volume less and muted
every moment
every will
every sonnet
every ode
every haiku
lately has become a twisted muse
