She dons tumbleweeds

Tied up in her hair

Skin that's just a little dry

But not unlike the air

The mud dried on her jeans

Worked hard to get there

Warm sun Midwest beauty

She is Arizona fair

Hello September it has been some time

Since we last played in your special rhyme

A year has passed and come again

To showcase your leaves of rust and tin

Your breeze and rustle have just begun

The lyrics to your song unsung

A gentleness you have come to form

Among your showers and easy storms

And as the leaves shake and fall

September unwillingly tells us all

She has come to visit but can not stay

Though she will return on this very day

My roses bleed deep crimson petals

   They tumble o'er pine needle trails

   Where once our souls bathed in caresses

   Of summer-kissed breeze in the vale   

My heathers bloom black lilac songs

   They wash over rocks in the stream

   Where skipping stones smiled for the taking

   In autumnal shadow moonbeams

My snowdrops loose ivory tears

   They quench roots for oak canopies

   Where my soul awaits the fair red-breast on wing

   In loathsome blue winter-frost breeze

My heart pulses nectar of plum

   It nourishes spaces between

   To fuel my soul weary with want for your light

   Till your sweet spring iris perceive

Walking taut tightrope of insomnia

somersaulting off edge of nightmares

tumbling without safety net balm

plunging, red puffy eyes wide open

watching end rise to curtsy at my feet

vanilla morning light sets me free.

I listened to the sound of the ocean

I walked through it

And I drowned

I breathed breathlessly

Love was the ocean

Love was the air

You have to make a choice

between the needle and the strings. 

I wish I could stand beside you,

tell you everything will be all right.

But the choice is yours. 

I hope you live.

She was my beauty,

Thought I was her beast,

Together our hearts in sync would beat,

Once I opened up a bit,

Got on my knees,

On her heels she took off,

To the hills she went

Never to be seen again. 

I was the beast,

Thought she was my beauty,

Looking in the mirror I've realized she looks just like me.

I’m getting antsy. Because I haven’t killed anyone since last Friday, my need for power and dominance is building up to a crescendo. I get in my car; well, actually it is my former girlfriend’s car but she is already dead. To make a long story short, she was Friday. I always labeled my victims by the day of the week that they met their end. The moon is behind dark clouds as I peer through the dead of night to find my next victim. I am excited and quite titillated when I see a young woman at the side of the road looking in frustration at her flat tire.

Her leather mini skirt is hiked up to spotlight her rounded ass as she bends over the tire. But it doesn’t really matter what a woman looks like because it’s feeling control that turns me on and the rest doesn’t really concern me. I am superior and I will show her how to tremble and fear me until the last drop of her blood has leaked out onto the ground. I shiver in anticipation as I pull to a stop behind her and get out of my car. “Do you need help, I ask?”

With a helpless smile on her face, she simpers, “I can’t get the lug nuts to loosen. Would you mind trying?”

She hands me a flashlight and I get down on my haunches to take a look. I turn back to reassure her that I will be able to take care of it and I can see right up her skirt. She’s not wearing panties. This is really going to be an exciting evening. I turn back to her car and she says in her sweet voice, “Here’s a lug wrench that you can use.” That is the last thing I ever know as she smashes the wrench down on my head so forcefully that pieces of bone and brain matter spray in a pink misted arc.

I am now somewhere up above, looking down at the bloody scene and can see a big smile turning up the corners of her lush mouth as she says, “He is Monday!”