Crystal California

Crystal California

I’m falling

falling

curiouser and curiouser

with no guiding white rabbit

My wonderland is plastic

it is a look

a fad

an attitude

People drowning

and believing the doctrine that asphyxiates them

is holy water

How to survive and see

amidst the blinding tie dye

How to look people in the eye

when their hair covers their souls

Is it Mother Earth

or is it just a mother

that moves spirits here

Can a crystal be a channel to spirituality

a piece of medicinal mineral

with untapped power to change the world to good

or isn’t it just a fucking rock

January 2, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen

Cafe Pergolesi

Café Pergolesi

My little corner

engulfed in white walls

hovered over by a white ceiling

is where I find my creativity

A spot only for me

apart but still a part

I can find freedom in my pen

and expression on my paper

A TARDIS in my view

reminds me of every where and every time

I can go

without leaving the protection of my cubby hole

Sounds both known and unknown float by

enhancing without disturbing my brain

and I can float on that melody

till I find that missing word

Yes my little bit of Santa Cruz

that actually works for me

In a crowded tea house

I found my fortress of solitude

January 2, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen

The Memory Burn

The Memory Burn

With every breathe

you enter deeper into my mind

with every laugh

my soul moves closer to you

every brush of your skin

fevers my flesh

If you were to reach for me now

I would scald us both before contact was complete

How to live in the heat bearing down on me

everything is a river in my sight

my insides crisp

and I swear my skin tans

although I do not step outside

I fear burning the sun

I am a flame ignited by a match from a book

belonging to her of the “Christine” hair

and no name

I must douse these embers

My fire has no place to grow

and no right to engulf you

A burning memory is all that we may be

January 2, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen