if love is obsession
aren’t we merely rodents
lusting after cheese
* * *
If everybody
loved me
it would be,
well,
odd,
potentially dangerous,
and
would take
all the fun
out of feeling
unwanted
and
invisible.
And who
would want that?
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
if love is obsession
aren’t we merely rodents
lusting after cheese
* * *
If everybody
loved me
it would be,
well,
odd,
potentially dangerous,
and
would take
all the fun
out of feeling
unwanted
and
invisible.
And who
would want that?
Lurking in the shadows,
the creature in you haunts me.
Running on instinct,
the moon guards my passion.
Drawn by the tides,
two dark sides meet,
the animal becoming
less frightening in the light.
Love reeks
of all things dank and dangerous.
I must let go,
take a chance on being bitten.
one last time
he calls her name
then returns to
what he was before
a soulless bastard
what they all are
once we give
our love away
* * *
Something wrong upon awakening.
The warm boy missing,
kidnapped perhaps
by his deepest emotion,
frightened perhaps by his soul.
She is aware of nothing
but the afterglow.
The girl
sneaks out a window
to meet her love.
A woman,
by the front door
she returns,
feeling safe for a moment,
then sparks light the atmosphere
as the boy crosses over.
A man takes his place,
filled with passion,
but devoid of kindness.
Emptied of all
that made him a man.
Red is the garden
of my passion.
Ruby slippers crush you
beneath my feet
like raspberries,
luscious, lovely, raspberries.
Devotion divides
light from darkness.
Candles glow, even in the wilderness.
I keep thinking I’ve lost you.
My dress flows like wine
into your glass.
We dream,
our future tied by blood
if not by love,
not anymore.
We flee through
the cold and rain,
seeking comfort,
neither of us knowing
what love means, not before this.
The storm awakens me, screaming
for what might have been.
Blood roses.
I cry your name
one last, lonely time.
Then the world moves on.
some texas tough guys
came to town
they tried to take me out
but then
♫ he kissed me
ooh ooh
he kissed me♫
they weren’t
the brightest stars
so i had to
knock ‘em down
but then
♫ he kissed me
ooh ooh
he kissed me♫
and the child
of a chicken
is an egg
and the offspring
of a cow
the coldest milk
my egg
didn’t move me
so i took it to a movie
and
when there was
no popcorn
i almost ate my young
♫ ooh ooh
ooh ooh ♫
the children rose against me
mother father by their side
but you
you stood right by me
and you didn’t try to fry me
♫ ‘til he kissed me
(breathe)
he kissed me ♫
then the texans
fought beside me
took the mother
monster down
and i wanted
to believe her
but she’s still the
great deceiver
then
(say it with me)
♫ he kissed me
ooh ooh
he kissed me ♫
a mother
throws her daughter kisses
embarrassing but
pleasing her with affection
a father
disappears
leaving men in his wake
who steal her candy
a monster
hides behind
the human face
offering sweet rewards
the mask stays on
in company
but the girl must touch
the rotting flesh below
swinging solitary
in moonlight
the girl can’t feel her hands
since he fell
and mother
has no tongue to speak
of the monsters
who come
to take her daughter
In my lavender sweater,
I pirouette,
feeling weary,
seeking comfort
on your pillow.
Tarot cards, dance with me,
grant me kisses when I’m scared.
In my white sweater,
I pace
beneath the full moon,
finding you again
after many lifetimes.
Tarot cards, tell me tales
l can’t remember.
In my darkest gown,
I fall,
seeking strength
in sorrow,
enough to rise again.
The past
stalks me
like a demon
conjured
taking possession
of all that’s dear
leaving me
nothing
but a shell.
red runs
’round and ’round
run
or you’ll be caught
in the brambles
thorns
piercing your heart
white and flowing
i disappear
singing my mother’s song
red runs
my secrets
for truth is black
and yours prove
even darker
sing to me
for i can trust
no one
and
in my red coat
you betray me
on halloween
the monsters stay in
and
we put on
our best costumes
to cover up
the fears
we wear
the other days
of the year
the days
when we get
mainly tricks
no treats
to feed
our emptiness