In the Garden of Nirvana

It seems so easy in the struggle of good and evil
When there is no conflict
And the imps and the angels live in harmony
Damn free will and the bitch that ate the apple
That put me in this predicament
Of loving the one I hate or hating the one I love
For wanting to be in bed with another
A different lover every night
Or wanting to be with the same lover but in another’s arms
Only to fantasize of what and who I cannot have
And what I long for

© 2008 Miss Blue

Requiem for Skid Row

When I come to pass
I will not leave my voice
What will remain are my words
Etched in lines
That have gone unread
Taken for granted
Until the moss feathers across
The ivy veins layered
In thick vines
Over my last words
Written in granite

© 2008 Miss Blue

Requiem

I won’t shed a tear
On this third year
The shovel in hand
Where the dirt met the land
In plain pine
Boxed in for all of time
Peering in over the open space
“How did they get such a big man in such a small box?”

© 2008 Miss Blue

Bernard's Bench

School seemed empty today when I was in it
everyone must have been in class.
I was tempted to go upstairs—
visit classrooms.
Sit in on subjects I don’t belong in
with professors I had already taken.
That is until I went to the lab
and spoke to someone at the help desk.
He gave me an unwelcomed attitude.
I almost said to myself, “I can’t wait ‘til I never have to come back here again
I hate this place.”
Then I remembered:
I was free.

© 2008 Miss Blue

Confession of a Fallen Woman

My heart wanders
The mind deceives
I am with another
But I still want the other

© 2008 Miss Blue

La Grisette

You make me want to tell you lies
like I love you,
when I don’t
or you’re the only one
when you’re not.
He will leave
again
and you will still be here.
Then the only lie I will tell
will not be from my mouth
but from my heart.

© 2008 Miss Blue

Saucy Strumpets Make Good Spices

I touch my tongue slightly below my lip
Nibble at the hot tip
Topping the mounds
Dripping
Stains of desire
On my shirt
I reach for it
Pulling it in towards my mouth
The throbbing feeling of taking it in too soon
All too hot
I want more
Light whispers of breath
“Don’t forget the tip.”
He says
It is not enough
How I adore
When the pizza man comes to my door


© 2008 Miss Blue

Another Round

At 6 P.M. the church bell rings
I think of my dead
Too early
And I resurrect
Thoughts in my head
Of my zombie’s past
And I wish the bell rang
Much later

© 2008 Miss Blue