Inaudible Suppression

Do tigers bite only at night when the hooting owls take flight and leave a silence behind Violence in substitution for an institution of muted minds that grind teeth to sharpened fangs teeming with saliva when tigers scheme along the stream of darkened themes that plague the trees above the knees of a predator Better in resilience and reticence, the feline prefers to dine than deign a word through a muzzled Muzzle--Duh under the moon only the wounded cry out and break the stillness She finds her prey that way, harrowing through quieting leaves she dares not weave into light Shoulders ripple like sound waves, speaking in tongues that run along bitter bark Sparked by adrenaline, dead in the eyes of the beholder Smolder with pride the tiger strides away with its prey clenched between teeth Peace in the taciturn air that shares the bloodied miasma from victim Spasms compress the tigress after the conquest as it always does Discontented in release into a fermentation of reiteration and placation for what is lacking in the night the tiger rightly stalks and stakes Silence by daybreak, she retreats and rears onto haunches for a roar Sore from the night of quiet and secret she resumes the same silence as before Silence She lays down from the sound of a world awakening, bating the tigress inside that she hides until the night but still has to fight with a muted mouth if she wishes to feed, survive--strength in reserve. Slience.

Silent Colleague

Freud is on my shoulder, his beard tickling my neck.

When I peer at him, my glasses slip and I can’t see clearly. He’s my friend, my confidante, my admirer.

I can conquer fear, his words dancing whispers in my head.

He says it’s okay. He says it’s normal.

I believe him. I know there’s much to learn.

He is reassuring with his degrees, he is wiser than me. He understands my fears.

They are the precise fears he’s studied. He’s educated. Experienced. He’s helped so many before me.

I feel lucky. Lucky to be alive.

I let him talk to me. I let him advise me. I let him.

No

His feet dangle and hover over my left breast. His loafers tap absently.

I can see the truth.

Conquer fear, he says.

He shows me the truth. He doesn’t sugar coat it. Tread softly no more.

I try. I try but my glasses fell off. I can’t see what I fear.

He urges me to try. He urges me to see. He urges me.

I’m trying. I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.

No

I let him see me cry. I let him see me. I let him.

He shifts in the crook of my collarbone. I feel a small crack.

I ask him questions now. I ask questions.

He says it’s okay. He says it’s normal.

I don’t believe him. I know, I learned.

He coos and caresses with words. So many words.

I can’t be studied, he says.

I feel lucky? Lucky to be alive?

Lucky to feel this life.

No

It’s easy to ignore one voice when another sings.

Freud is on my shoulder, his beard tickling my neck.

When I peer at him, my contacts stay in place.

There are maggots crawling in his beard.

Pleasingly Guilty

Should I feel guilty for being white? Where is the guilt association? Is it copyrighted? Incorporated? Is there a headquarters? Would I be allowed in? Is there a member access only? What if I lose my key? Do I want to join or is it involuntary? Nonprofit? Monopoly? I call the top hat! But am I allowed? I’m privileged. I think. Passing go is a good goal but I just landed in jail. Doubles aren’t in the dice, not in the cards. Guess I’ll wait it out. Or maybe I should pay up.

Skyscraping Scenery

We can walk away from the concrete path where dirt is praised. The greenery is breathtaking or is that the claws around my throat? -- Whoops, never mind it’s just a necktie; I’ll loosen the knot.

Each turn is sharply smooth, angled curves, straightly veered. It’s loud and inviting jittering birds, flashing moonlight. -- Ah, no there’s an eclipse, the light was a lamppost bending from the wind.

Cheshire cat smiles and filed nails are bittersweet in this hazy jungle. A Disney ride on LSD, laughing tightly until you spit. -- But these two aren’t related.

The spittle arose from a sour taste, taste tongue.

Coming undone.

Stark naked in a pantsuit -- You look ravishing my dear.

Underneath, we’re all just savages.

Fem-masoch-ism

I’m tripping on words like a dedicated hippie.  Full of opiated faith and not the slightest bit chaste. Oops, did I do that? Let me pick it up and stumble for show so everyone will know I’m coherent to appreciate all the leers I procreate from the slit in my skirt and the crop of my shirt that doesn’t hide the snide remarks daggered behind my lack of ass, so full of sass and power that I’m showered in these flowers around my neck. A noose of independence dripping in decadence with filth and grime that finds its way under my nails and entails a neon illumination of deterioration in a body of life that lacks strife. To only thrive on being alive and I love all the while continuing to beguile you with my wild child ways.

Say….

Got anymore?

Rings

Curtained stripes barricade menacing smiles to eradicate niceties. Refracting from the camera lens in shock of misguided truth. There was never an equilibrium, was there? Bah, an elephant can whisper secrets hoarsely. There are maggots crawling in your beard.

Cuppa

I want a grande mocha cafe
Rich
Creamy
Bursting with smooth flavor
More steam the better

I want a skinny vanilla latte
Light on foam
Light on life
Most favorite
Trendy
Silk
Don't forget to make it Tall

I want a caramel macchiato
It's fun to say
Cool to drink
Vivid
Colorful
Sharp
Hot enough to burn

I want my coffee black
I want it strong
Crisp
Be bold
Never turn back

Which to choose
Which to drink
Why must I choose, why can't I have it all?
No, the barista says, it'll taste like shit
They're made different
They're too different
But all I want to do is wake up!

Alright, let me see your tea flavors...

Siren

waves crashing over each other.
excitement rising to the crests.      
an ocean of silk, tangled & tumbling tresses.
               
                           perched upon isolation.
                           waiting.
                           desires crashing over each other.

    a figure, a figment, a falsity.
    temptress with honesty, vulnerable in her truthful state.
    allure crashing over each other.                             
    waiting.                                          
                                     
                                    she is the fish, the weeds, the salt I choke on.         
                                    she is a mouthful of tart                                       
                                    a gulp of breeze.
                                    she is waiting.

            waiting.
            danger crashing over each other.
            but I cannot, will not hesitate
            to allow her                                    
                    
                                                   to pull me down.
                                                   I will wholeheartedly
                                                   let her drown me.
                                                   because I don't want to keep her waiting.