Touch
I didn't think I was capable of being
again
too old
too fat
too out of practice
The shadow of a person everyone begins as
forming
filling
as conversation grows
He expanded with every sentence
and I surprisingly matched his growth
back and forth
until our colors brightened
sharpened
and we became well rounded
Then it happened
our gestures hung on our words
and suddenly flesh to flesh we were
April 30, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's thirtieth entry "Light Train".
Defying Gravity
Thrown into the deep end
without lesson or good advice
I flail and spin
eyes stinging with coulda, shoulda, woulda
ears pounding with old expectations
I see the light above me
bright and blurry
Sometimes I think I feel
oxygen on my hand
just before I slip down
I'm not sure
as I've long since forgotten
the weight of air
Only the pressure of water
the warmth of its embrace
so useless
so familiar
Do I swim up
Might the light I see
be the sun's reflection
on the bottom of the pool
and I move down
always down
because who am I
to defy gravity
April 29, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-ninth entry "Sous Vide".
without lesson or good advice
I flail and spin
eyes stinging with coulda, shoulda, woulda
ears pounding with old expectations
I see the light above me
bright and blurry
Sometimes I think I feel
oxygen on my hand
just before I slip down
I'm not sure
as I've long since forgotten
the weight of air
Only the pressure of water
the warmth of its embrace
so useless
so familiar
Do I swim up
Might the light I see
be the sun's reflection
on the bottom of the pool
and I move down
always down
because who am I
to defy gravity
April 29, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-ninth entry "Sous Vide".
Coggshall Park
City's version of nature
a stone veranda visitor center
not been used for a while
was a greeting
now a great place for a haunting
I was wrong about the version
so right about the haunting
There was an echo of a neighbor's voice
and a vision of my grandmother and her friend
across the water
Stone outcrops among the trees
reminds of battles past
when this land was not a park
but a home
Trees in the middle of the paths
roots outstretched
Protectors or Foreboders
small red paint dots on some
marked as guardians
or marked for death
Turtles and geese watch me
or ignore me
I suppose I am the trespasser here
and nothing gives the cold shoulder
like a duck
The smell of the forest changes
when near the human made bridge
thankfully the sea diamonds do not use lose their sparkle
across Mirror lake
April 28, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-eight entry "Counterirritants".
The Boy Who Waited/True Believer
The Boy Who Waited/True Believer
Linus
Linus
grew up
grew old
died
Damn you Great Pumpkin
Damn you to Hell
April 27, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven prompt: poem written from a photograph.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-seventh entry "Hindsight".
Things That Should Be Lost
Things That Should Be Lost
I found a sheet of stickers on the floor of a fast food joint
They were young, colorful
florescent chicks
vibrant bees
butterflies and doves
white lambs
orange carrots
pink bunnies
and decorated eggs
They were Easter themed
but not commercial-holiday-Easter...
A symbol of an old gruesome form of capital punishment
was emblazoned on those old round fertility symbols
The representation of the death of a god
who sacrificed himself to himself
to save humanity from his anger
after forcing a child-girl
to carry, birth and raise him
without her permission
telling her it was her honor
Was it a child-girl who lost the stickers
while waiting for her burger and fires
Is her family raising her to sacrifice herself
to a bronze iron age death cult
grown to a twenty-first century super power
When she's a woman will she alter how she
dresses
works
votes
loves
for the approval of a mythological sky god
who would damn her to an eternal lake of fire
if she doesn't believe she's nothing without him
All our deities have their moments
then peel off time
and become history
It's long past time to lose
the comforting adult fairy tales
unstick the indoctrinations
and drop the faith
April 16, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Cauldron Bed
Cauldron Bed
I was formed inside a cauldron
stirred together by a bone spoon
touched by generations
the marrow long since fed upon
by bone mites
Blood of the ancestors soaked me
pinches of black block cognitive functions
ladles of obedience
not an ounce of questioning
broken yellow wings of fear
dull dabs of gray laziness
and a few strawberries
to make it seem normal
I may have birthed from that iron circle
but it's always been inside me
Heavy and collecting ingredients
edible addictions
mental obsessions
slowly taking the place
of movement
of conversation
people
life
It's the only ambitious thing about me left
it's expanding
stretching
under my skin
familial larvae
feeding
growing
excreting
fatter
formless
My only energy
the viciousness of my empty emotions
My only character foundation
the weight of my existence
I keep clicking the remote
watching the creativity
the living
of others
as I spread further over my bed
and continue
to slowly drown
April 25, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fifth entry "Red Ink".
I was formed inside a cauldron
stirred together by a bone spoon
touched by generations
the marrow long since fed upon
by bone mites
Blood of the ancestors soaked me
pinches of black block cognitive functions
ladles of obedience
not an ounce of questioning
broken yellow wings of fear
dull dabs of gray laziness
and a few strawberries
to make it seem normal
I may have birthed from that iron circle
but it's always been inside me
Heavy and collecting ingredients
edible addictions
mental obsessions
slowly taking the place
of movement
of conversation
people
life
It's the only ambitious thing about me left
it's expanding
stretching
under my skin
familial larvae
feeding
growing
excreting
fatter
formless
My only energy
the viciousness of my empty emotions
My only character foundation
the weight of my existence
I keep clicking the remote
watching the creativity
the living
of others
as I spread further over my bed
and continue
to slowly drown
April 25, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fifth entry "Red Ink".
Bathroom Dream
Bathroom Dream
The migraines come more often now
bills for bad choices made
Washing my face with cold water
looking to the day
encapsuled in this room
Urine in the bathtub
on the floor
in the washing mat
Feces around the bowl
towels and toilet paper
strewn in every line of sight
The family screaming
wanting
destroying the other room
How did I get here?
Oh, that's right
I was born here
and leaving was the dream
April 24, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fourth entry "Retaining Life".
The migraines come more often now
bills for bad choices made
Washing my face with cold water
looking to the day
encapsuled in this room
Urine in the bathtub
on the floor
in the washing mat
Feces around the bowl
towels and toilet paper
strewn in every line of sight
The family screaming
wanting
destroying the other room
How did I get here?
Oh, that's right
I was born here
and leaving was the dream
April 24, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fourth entry "Retaining Life".
An End For Professional Malice
An End For Professional Malice
As I pulled my letter opener out of his eye
it stuck
Seems blood and brain holds quite a suction
like gossip
He won't be using personal information
as a coward's sword again
I thought about licking the opener
do we really taste like chicken
but I've already had my fill of him
and his malice
Instead his office disinfectant
cleaned it off
and his own opener when in him
Falling with a letter opener
such a clumsy way to die
He should've watched where his mouth was going
I begin to scream
April 23, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-third entry "Shit I Say/Shitai".
As I pulled my letter opener out of his eye
it stuck
Seems blood and brain holds quite a suction
like gossip
He won't be using personal information
as a coward's sword again
I thought about licking the opener
do we really taste like chicken
but I've already had my fill of him
and his malice
Instead his office disinfectant
cleaned it off
and his own opener when in him
Falling with a letter opener
such a clumsy way to die
He should've watched where his mouth was going
I begin to scream
April 23, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-third entry "Shit I Say/Shitai".
I Think I'll Kill Someone Today
I Think I'll Kill Someone Today
It's certainly been a long time coming
The childhood of teasings and beatings,
of what not to think
The teens of exclusion and ugliest cunt,
of not what I should be
Decades of others feelings
before reality
of others relationships
before truth
Being thought cold
because I'm not chatty
Being thought mean
because I'm direct
I tell no lies
I seek no gossip
the malice always finds me
I think I'm done
dealing with verbal knives
I think it's time
to deal out death
April 22, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-second entry "Life of Intrique".
It's certainly been a long time coming
The childhood of teasings and beatings,
of what not to think
The teens of exclusion and ugliest cunt,
of not what I should be
Decades of others feelings
before reality
of others relationships
before truth
Being thought cold
because I'm not chatty
Being thought mean
because I'm direct
I tell no lies
I seek no gossip
the malice always finds me
I think I'm done
dealing with verbal knives
I think it's time
to deal out death
April 22, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-second entry "Life of Intrique".
Decades Recipe
Decades Recipe
Start with a base of childhood,
add a stock of school,
a whopping of teens,
a percolation of twenties,
a simmering of thirties,
burn it with forties...
Start with a base of fifties...
April 21, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Indirectly inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One prompt: write a "New York School" poem using their recipe.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-first entry "Wine Silences".
Start with a base of childhood,
add a stock of school,
a whopping of teens,
a percolation of twenties,
a simmering of thirties,
burn it with forties...
Start with a base of fifties...
April 21, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Indirectly inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One prompt: write a "New York School" poem using their recipe.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-first entry "Wine Silences".
Phantom
Phantom
I always padded around close to the ground
lower than everyone else
but I got the goodies they dropped and forgot
Pets on the head
scratches on the back
rubs on the chest
their strange appendages made me feel good
So tall
and only on two
I thought they'd fall more
Once I wasn't feeling well
and tried to get one of them
to let me out of their big box
but she was too busy
I puked on her feet
Another time the young female left a goody
a dark creamy circle
sitting on a low table
Mine now
She didn't like that
They have me chase bouncy things
not sure why
but it's fun
Don't like when the young male
sets the bouncy thing on fire
I rush to put it out
He makes a weird noise
that sounds the way my tail feels
when I'm happy
I don't think about the first group
that original pack of hairless apes
I like this strange herd
I'll be their leader
they can use the focus
I don't mind the rubs
April 20, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty prompt: write a poem in the voice of a member of your family.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twentieth entry "Riparian Gift".
I always padded around close to the ground
lower than everyone else
but I got the goodies they dropped and forgot
Pets on the head
scratches on the back
rubs on the chest
their strange appendages made me feel good
So tall
and only on two
I thought they'd fall more
Once I wasn't feeling well
and tried to get one of them
to let me out of their big box
but she was too busy
I puked on her feet
Another time the young female left a goody
a dark creamy circle
sitting on a low table
Mine now
She didn't like that
They have me chase bouncy things
not sure why
but it's fun
Don't like when the young male
sets the bouncy thing on fire
I rush to put it out
He makes a weird noise
that sounds the way my tail feels
when I'm happy
I don't think about the first group
that original pack of hairless apes
I like this strange herd
I'll be their leader
they can use the focus
I don't mind the rubs
April 20, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twenty prompt: write a poem in the voice of a member of your family.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twentieth entry "Riparian Gift".
An Ocean Of Experimentation
An Ocean Of Experimentation
My lover and I wanted to break out of our shells
so we rented a cottage by the sea
where we could ride our own waves
while working through our own storms
We started simply
a little leather donax
and a strawberry top
Then we moved to the back
a couple of incised moons
with ghastly miters
which brought on tuberculate emarginula
in us both
So we rested on our stomachs for a bit
We rose as if out of a lazarus jewel box
and came together with a vengeance
A little trim for a sparse dove
and a full shuttlecock volva
until we suffered glorious striped engina
Some tea and a false-cup-and-saucer
to send us off to sleep
floating in each other's arms
April 19, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day 19 prompt: use the names of seashells to write a poem.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's nineteenth entry "Jinx".
My lover and I wanted to break out of our shells
so we rented a cottage by the sea
where we could ride our own waves
while working through our own storms
We started simply
a little leather donax
and a strawberry top
Then we moved to the back
a couple of incised moons
with ghastly miters
which brought on tuberculate emarginula
in us both
So we rested on our stomachs for a bit
We rose as if out of a lazarus jewel box
and came together with a vengeance
A little trim for a sparse dove
and a full shuttlecock volva
until we suffered glorious striped engina
Some tea and a false-cup-and-saucer
to send us off to sleep
floating in each other's arms
April 19, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day 19 prompt: use the names of seashells to write a poem.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's nineteenth entry "Jinx".
Pen Sense
Pen Sense
An emerald sea of words
are always ready to ink forth
at my command
Smooth verses hidden in its top
rough plotlines deep in its point
and all are in my grasp
The mild whiff of rubber
reminding me to hold on
yet move with the flow
of my story
The click signals start
the next signals stop
the color always signals
go
April 18, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen prompt: describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eighteenth entry "Cork Taint".
An emerald sea of words
are always ready to ink forth
at my command
Smooth verses hidden in its top
rough plotlines deep in its point
and all are in my grasp
The mild whiff of rubber
reminding me to hold on
yet move with the flow
of my story
The click signals start
the next signals stop
the color always signals
go
April 18, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen prompt: describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eighteenth entry "Cork Taint".
Yes To N.O.
Yes To N.O.
I knew she didn't want to take me with her
I was very clinical in my request
We were loud and boisterous in our discussion
Plying her with chocolates and Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante
It would have been so bad to stay with Father not Mother
Nothing but truth was spoken
So glad I said yes
Yes to leaving my home
Yes to a new step-father in prison
April 17, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen prompt: write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
Mirror poem to NaPoWriMo #16 "No".
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventeenth entry "Fish From The Sky".
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventeenth entry "Fish From The Sky".
No
Why did she want to take the child with her?
Why did she make it sound so romantic?
Why the quiet talk?
Why the popcorn and sweets?
Would it have been so bad to leave her?
Would it have been so bad to be with Father not Mother?
Why the lies?
I should have said no
April 16, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen prompt: write a poem in which every sentence, except the last one, is in the form of a question.
Mirror poem to NaPoWriMo #17 ~ "Yes To N.O."
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's sixteenth entry "My Sophistry".
Why did she want to take the child with her?
Why did she make it sound so romantic?
Why the quiet talk?
Why the popcorn and sweets?
Would it have been so bad to leave her?
Would it have been so bad to be with Father not Mother?
Why the lies?
I should have said no
April 16, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen prompt: write a poem in which every sentence, except the last one, is in the form of a question.
Mirror poem to NaPoWriMo #17 ~ "Yes To N.O."
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's sixteenth entry "My Sophistry".
A Womb Worth Using
A Womb Worth Using
Sloughing off the lining
the gunk of forty-one years
pulling
tearing
clawing
out the new old exit below
All the putrid bile
of what to think
the knotted clots
of what to do
the rotted flesh
of giving in
Sluicing clean
the walls
Tender
Sparkling
Ready
to give birth
to the half-century me
April 15, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's fifteenth entry "Exemption".
Sloughing off the lining
the gunk of forty-one years
pulling
tearing
clawing
out the new old exit below
All the putrid bile
of what to think
the knotted clots
of what to do
the rotted flesh
of giving in
Sluicing clean
the walls
Tender
Sparkling
Ready
to give birth
to the half-century me
April 15, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's fifteenth entry "Exemption".
Door Way
Door Way
Scrape scrape
like thorns on flesh
I heard it from the other side
as I clicked the lock
and pulled the handle
Out she lunged
vicious speed
drunken breath
lightening hair
Full of the rage this house births
the bulging emptiness
poison devotion
paralyzing ambition
Down comes her matriarchal blade
through the heart
she said I didn't have
April 14, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's fifteenth entry "What If Walk".
Scrape scrape
like thorns on flesh
I heard it from the other side
as I clicked the lock
and pulled the handle
Out she lunged
vicious speed
drunken breath
lightening hair
Full of the rage this house births
the bulging emptiness
poison devotion
paralyzing ambition
Down comes her matriarchal blade
through the heart
she said I didn't have
April 14, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's fifteenth entry "What If Walk".
Kintsukuroi (Golden Repair)
Kintsukuroi (Golden Repair)
My history is full
of damage and repair
It's not disguised
but illuminated
Each crack lined
with gold dust
Each piece
fully existing in the moment
Life doesn't have to end
with breakage
Pay no mind to the change
accept the broken beauty
April 13, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Kintsukuroi from Wikipedia entry.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's thirteenth entry "Mary".
My history is full
of damage and repair
It's not disguised
but illuminated
Each crack lined
with gold dust
Each piece
fully existing in the moment
Life doesn't have to end
with breakage
Pay no mind to the change
accept the broken beauty
April 13, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Kintsukuroi from Wikipedia entry.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's thirteenth entry "Mary".
Melancholy Rose
Melancholy Rose
Melancholy is a woody perennial of the genus Depression
There are over one hundred species
Melancholy varies in size, shape, color
compact
miniature
climbers
large
showy
white, yellows, reds
Melancholy hybridizes easily
and has developed into a wide range
of garden variety Melancholy
commonplace in homes and lives
worldwide
April 12, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twelve prompt: replacement poem.
Rose information from Wikipedia entry.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twelfth entry "Around Again".
Melancholy is a woody perennial of the genus Depression
There are over one hundred species
Melancholy varies in size, shape, color
compact
miniature
climbers
large
showy
white, yellows, reds
Melancholy hybridizes easily
and has developed into a wide range
of garden variety Melancholy
commonplace in homes and lives
worldwide
April 12, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Twelve prompt: replacement poem.
Rose information from Wikipedia entry.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twelfth entry "Around Again".
Dionysus And Aphrodite
Dionysus And Aphrodite
Wine and love
mixing
ivy twining with myrtle
pounding
bulls running with horses
engaging
swans swimming with serpents
Love and wine
seashells and pinecones
take all the symbols
saturate the skin
falling in to intoxication
drunk on grapes and flesh
April 11, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Eleven prompt: wine and love.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eleventh entry "The Mentor".
Wine and love
mixing
ivy twining with myrtle
pounding
bulls running with horses
engaging
swans swimming with serpents
Love and wine
seashells and pinecones
take all the symbols
saturate the skin
falling in to intoxication
drunk on grapes and flesh
April 11, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Eleven prompt: wine and love.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eleventh entry "The Mentor".
Truth In Advertising
Truth In Advertising
The comfort of the coffin
is not for us
It is a replacement host
for those we have carried in life
The silk pillow
becomes bed for Demodex
satin linings
become blankets for the family
E. faecalis
B. bifidum
E. coli
So how about a little honesty
Caskets -
expensive retirement homes
for mites and bacteria
protection from the elements included
you provide the perishable
April 10, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Ten prompt: poetry in advertising.
Information on bacteria and mites: "The Organisms That Make Us Who We Are" by Justine Alford.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's tenth entry "Play It Again".
The comfort of the coffin
is not for us
It is a replacement host
for those we have carried in life
The silk pillow
becomes bed for Demodex
satin linings
become blankets for the family
E. faecalis
B. bifidum
E. coli
So how about a little honesty
Caskets -
expensive retirement homes
for mites and bacteria
protection from the elements included
you provide the perishable
April 10, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Ten prompt: poetry in advertising.
Information on bacteria and mites: "The Organisms That Make Us Who We Are" by Justine Alford.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's tenth entry "Play It Again".
The Joke's On Me
The Joke's On Me
It should've been a stepping stone
a foundation
a leg up
a beginning
not quicksand
Isn't that what home should be
a sturdy boat on an ocean
a safe world, child
'til you float down your own river, man
not a whirlpool
"Follow me
stay with me"
and I did
traveled through time
without moving a minute
Life's pulled a fast one
on this slow one
April 9, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo's Day Nine prompt: take any random song play list and use the next five song titles in a poem.
"The Joke's On Me" by Jordan Zevon.
"Stepping Stone" by Duffy.
"Home" by Jordan Zevon.
"River Man" by Nick Drake.
"Follow Me" by Muse.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's ninth entry "Writer's Coupe Poudre".
It should've been a stepping stone
a foundation
a leg up
a beginning
not quicksand
Isn't that what home should be
a sturdy boat on an ocean
a safe world, child
'til you float down your own river, man
not a whirlpool
"Follow me
stay with me"
and I did
traveled through time
without moving a minute
Life's pulled a fast one
on this slow one
April 9, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Inspired by NaPoWriMo's Day Nine prompt: take any random song play list and use the next five song titles in a poem.
"The Joke's On Me" by Jordan Zevon.
"Stepping Stone" by Duffy.
"Home" by Jordan Zevon.
"River Man" by Nick Drake.
"Follow Me" by Muse.
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's ninth entry "Writer's Coupe Poudre".
Kinky Poem
Kinky Poem
I'll give a kinky poem
with whips, chains,
and chandeliers
I'll give you fetish prose
with anal plugs, cock rings,
and pedicured feet
Is that what you want
edible body paint
and hot candle wax
Body fluids for milkshakes and war paint
leather beds and feather masks
Mark the spot with chocolate sauce
little deaths
resurrections
god in the night
fame in the light
and I'll see you again
in the next sexy sonnet
April 8, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eighth entry "Second Thought".
I'll give a kinky poem
with whips, chains,
and chandeliers
I'll give you fetish prose
with anal plugs, cock rings,
and pedicured feet
Is that what you want
edible body paint
and hot candle wax
Body fluids for milkshakes and war paint
leather beds and feather masks
Mark the spot with chocolate sauce
little deaths
resurrections
god in the night
fame in the light
and I'll see you again
in the next sexy sonnet
April 8, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eighth entry "Second Thought".
Flash Non Fiction
Flash Non Fiction
Live in increments
laughter there
empty bed here
Alive in moments
conversation here
distraction box there
Life in flashes
reality there
fiction here
and soon all the pages will be neither here nor there
April 7, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventh entry "Shake and Bake".
Live in increments
laughter there
empty bed here
Alive in moments
conversation here
distraction box there
Life in flashes
reality there
fiction here
and soon all the pages will be neither here nor there
April 7, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's seventh entry "Shake and Bake".
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