Skin Maps

Skin Maps

So long

the flesh of my fantasies

stretched down my breasts

the fire of the wrong ones loved

next to the trails

of the ones I never found

The flabby belly filled with chances

not taken

my melting back

weak from never lifting

Arms and legs

they should’ve traveled

they should’ve embraced

they should’ve fought

they should’ve run

but I was to busy

eating the years

pulling the road maps

to nowhere

on to my skin

When I get naked now

it’s all sags and burns

the scars of what

I didn’t do

and

what I did

October 12, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.

Lovely Lunches

Lovely Lunches

Gray pebble path

cool

moist

slightly prickly

Pollen on the water

looks like gold dust

treasure

up from the bottom

or

fallen from the top

Leaves

so many designs

streaks

splotches

webs

so many shades of green

within green

Blackbirds

robins

no ducks today

no turkey feathers

Pollen on the land

falling lightly

nature dusting

cleaning house

Trees

in their many forms of majesty

leaning toward the water

eager swimmers

Fountain

sounds like laughter

being thrown into the air

Dark brown walk bridge

covered in golden green pollen

embraced in a web

humanity and nature

made their own temporary marble

Stalks of fauna leaning

as if trying to peek over my shoulder

Ripples of light

reflect from the water

onto the underside of branches

snakes of water and light

Eating and reading

solitary

but not alone

October 11, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Photo taken by me.

Wilnelia Correa Copley

Wilnelia Correa Copley

Blonde lady in black

shopping bag

dark roots

red lipstick

early 20’s

arguing with no one there

Clarity

brevity

simplicity

humanity

Keeping goals

away from trolls

The selfishness

that expresses itself

in an unselfish act

Change

like math

has to start

at the beginning

A tiny lump

of impure carbon

and water

hauling a shopping bag

Stop waiting

to be rescued

start working

to be worth saving

October 10, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.

Discovering Tea

Discovering Tea

Jotting down notes

health ‘n’ headaches

period ‘n’ pains

pretending the tea is great

A young couple sharing lunch

disappear before they do

A younger group of students

attempting to study while they’re not

Smiling through paint and roses

a deer tries to be magical

A song floats through

blowing in memories of movies

“I am ready

I am ready

I am ready

I am”

And all in my head now

is the Doctor

legs burning

back broken

drowning

Discovering the tea is

October 9, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Images taken at Chaibo by me, without permission, used with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended.

The Weight Of Air

The Weight Of Air

Empty space

between molecules

infused with the words

of others’ lungs

The smell of me

all that was

and could’ve been

if I had attempted

to burn my name into the sun

and use my voice

as the purr of a lion

from deep within a cello

breathing light

Window plastic crinkling

in and out

looking at

an Acorn Manufacturing Co Inc

full of bushes, birds, and worlds

Living with

a boy who hears with his heart

a woman who speaks from behind a pen

a man with no stories to tell

nor dreams to fulfill

and a fading queen

the devil in white

I’ve always preferred

bleeding on dead trees

than carving in electric stones

and I discovered

the desire to write

and the ability to orgasm

were entwined

There I lay

drunk amidst the shards

of my self-inflicted

hostile jury

I am both the execution

and the pardon

So

look back

look back at me

a coffin floating down the road

after a storm

October 8, 2015

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.

Two Weeks

Two Weeks

Soft-lipped lullaby

tapping of heat to come

in a long unused house

Old school tattoos

jabbering jaws with New Agey flaws

the rising and lowering

statues reading to heaven

warm tummy

intrigue and mortar

comedy and florescence

between the maze edges

teen fantasies

however

Screaming down the hallway

scraping the walls like talons

no one can see

coins jangling behind

Bruises on her arm

fat puckered

slow moving

fear of a hit

and another hit

rotary

round and round

Around the edges

back and forth

never stray far

never go deep

always a cycle

always recycle

Can’t shut myself up

can’t turn myself off

a drain in the brain

no cure you can feign

There is no darkness in my despair

for I have seen the light

and it is black

October 7, 2015 

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2015.

Cannot remember where I found image, used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made and no offense intended.