Third Star

Third Star

Follow me

from the party of my birth

with those thrown out of time

down the turns and bumps of my last road

finding a foul-mouthed angel stealing different time

charging into one last pagan brawl

passing a colorful ferryman and a sci-fi treasure hunting philosopher

by the forest of daydreams become fantasies

over a shortcut cliff to the final bay

where I’ll give up

but never give in

Follow me through

add fires to the stars

among tents filled with joy and deliverance

I’ll raise a morphine toast

As we ride through our choices

over tea and biscuits and a traveling tree

toward a world without me

Follow me down

as I finally finish something

for the first time

and the last

the waves of pain by my own act

I’ll cheat death as I breathe it in

and the tide will take out tragedy

leaving these perfect goodbyes

in the sands of your lives

September 22, 2013

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by the movie "Third Star": trailer, website, Amazon.com (only Instant Video), Amazon.co.uk (All Regions DVD), IMDb, Wikipedia.

Forgot Want

Forgot Want

Oh yes there was a time I knew desire

and desire knew me

even with this squished melon face

and marshmallow body

desire wanted to taste me

and I wanted to suck its sweetness

Those musky nights of sea and pearls

though deep

never seemed vast

then breaks in the chain

became lost links

and even alone

there were no storms

I didn’t notice passion go nova

didn’t see the heat turn in on itself

and leave a black spot where nothing now lives

I simply forgot Want

Now within me there is a speck of flint

and a throb that flicks against it

almost catches

almost sparks

How can I scream in another’s fire

and merge it with my own

if the last time I burned

was a decade ago

in a work bathroom stall

alone

September 21, 2013

Tressa Lee Breen 

author reading poem

Shahrazad

Shahrazad

I’ve tales to tell

or at least

I had

until stupidity and laziness smothered them

and yet

they still try to peek through

like stars on a cloudy night…

the thief of the gross out…

the plague grown fat on death…

young woman devoured by her menstrual blood…

morphing into her hate…

fisher of men’s souls, consumer of children’s minds, enslaver of adults’ lives…

the freaks’ outcasts…

progeny of a monster who kills monsters…

out of someone else’s bullshit I grew my life…

I have seen the light and it is black…

what if crazy is all I have left…

beautiful wreck…

…all those stories

I’m going to unbury those stories

throw them into my grave

and use them to climb out

September 20, 2013

Tressa Lee Breen

author reading poem

Burn The Brain

Burn The Brain

Burn the brain

fire the memories to stoke the future

toss the embers of what’s been done

flame the forest of old habits

Turn the ground

read new knowledge into the soil

put old tears to good use

fears to motive actions

Plant the sparks

seedlings pop through snows of doubt

some will not survive the spring

recycle those husks for nourishment

Work the field

prepare for harvest

and if this be not worth cultivation

burn the brain again

September 19, 2013

Tressa Lee Breen

author reading poem