9.14.2003

unfinished alliteration

bootleg/ boho baby/ buyin borrowed bounties/ blessing beautiful books with/ scribbles and chants/ unknown to anyone/ but herself

spends days singing/ in closed off cars/ adjoining cracked windows/ make her ashamed/ of her not-quite-a-voice

all kinds of freedom are/ just out of her price range/ but things are slowly/ moving her way

(c) 2009 l.a.m.

9.04.2003

dichotomy

this may

come as

a shock

but

not everything

i do

is holistic

or even

whole

(you can

close your mouth

now)

sometimes my soul is more

steel-colored glass

than

stony marbled pillars

that delude untrained eyes

into perceptions of

infallibility

however

i am not

always

anything

i can

pollute and cleanse

equally well...

earth mother

one day

hard living whore

the next

...my dreams

speak to me

in both voices.

i know

many faces.

consistently

two steps from divinity

and carnality

i play

with poison

to test my limits

acquainted with healing wounds

and the wounded route

to healing

i know

the two sides

of every story

including

my own

and

occasionally

(to avoid eardrum hemorrages

from hearing god too clearly)

i self medicate

this

is my night off

from purpose

and reason

slave labor

already got my

back achin

so damn

workin for the universe

it can have me back

when i dream.

di·chot·o·my

n. pl. di·chot·o·mies

1. Division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions: “the dichotomy of the one and the many” (Louis Auchincloss).

2. Astronomy. The phase of the moon, Mercury, or Venus when half of the disk is illuminated.

3. Botany. Branching characterized by successive forking into two approximately equal divisions.


(c)2009 l.a.m.

8.21.2003

sometimes...

life really is a bitch...

a skinny one

with long blonde hair

walking like she's

got a stick up her ass and

a hanger on her back

that cuts neatly

into her shoulder blades

she has a permanent wince

but she'll blow sand

in your eyes

so maybe you'll mistake it

for a smile

she knows

she's everything

and nothing

...and that her looks

can't save her

the trick is

to pull her red carpet

out from under her

snatch it.

laugh as she falls.

leave her

and her yellow hair

crying on the sidewalk.

call her

what she is

and walk on.

let some fool

who doesn't know any better

help her up.


(c) 2009 l.a.m.