Exasperation

is the cork shoved

into the wine bottle

assuaged by 

the first sip.

Cityscape

The air is full here.

It presses, hums, and screams
with energy from thousands of souls.
Even silence fills the porch,
weighted and whole,
and a lingering potpourri of sweat,
exhaust, and asphalt
mixes with the trees and river.

I'm drawn to the mating call of the city;
a symphony of sirens,
a spellbinding serenade of crowds,
traffic, and life.

To belong, simply take a bath
in the yellow lights that wash the streets each night.

Paint Me

Coat me in paint so thick I lose the wind;
in shades so vibrant I become the sun.

Paint me until I lose my identity;
in tragedy so stark I become the mural.

Knowing Is Half The Battle

Beauty is an organic cage,
relative, subjective, imbalanced power.
It's an institution or a cult.

Beauty is a flower or painting.

I am louder and greater than my facade
and beyond wasting time or lending power
to aesthetics.

Keep your ideal of beauty;
here I am living mine.

Sharp, funny, unique, compassionate,
poignant enough to know the difference
between a compliment and trap.