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(lies)

Posted by colleen on October 19, 2009 at 10:57 PM Comments comments (4)

lies

     scat ter ed in the wind

           like the leaves in    Fall

     smooth    and    suave

           they  drift  

                 along Ella Grasso Blvd

         as cars    stir      with each pass

 &#...

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stamped on (love for the last time)

Posted by colleen on August 14, 2009 at 6:21 AM Comments comments (2)

once in love with lines as white as paper

with the dirtied mirror that lied

told me how fine I was 

whispered promises of

a great love affair, forever

Love as is, come as I am 

or some other of bullshit

I believed

   value came wrapped in baggies 

   an eight ball held magic and my worth

worthless

no time or money left for my love

held all I had

the crack

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my love

Posted by colleen on July 22, 2009 at 12:29 PM Comments comments (3)

This is my love


I didn't help the dragonfly 

immobilized on his back in the scorching sun

struggling to survive

his flaying wings barely even caught my eye

as if I should give a shit

I didn't gentle turn him to set him free

I didn't bother to put him out of his misery

I didn't magnify or amplify his torture

I simply faded at his time of need

I merely glanced as he trhashed

flailed, twisted and reeled

and ...

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I was a secret keeper

Posted by colleen on July 3, 2009 at 9:54 AM Comments comments (4)

I was a secret keeper 


when silence was my savior 

shame my new companion

I carefully kept and rearranged truth

hidden under Strawberry Shortcake bedcovers


I perfected my smile

trained my eyes to sparkle

and wore a "fine" mask

to ward off questions 

to silence whispers 

No need to pull nails from their beds

for no one begged me to break


I sat huddled behind a door th...

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questioning faith

Posted by colleen on June 29, 2009 at 8:26 PM Comments comments (5)

I sat in grey with the weeping

willows as the ducks begged for breakfast

and I had none


Hustle here head hung

eyes passing but never looking

makes me smile as I wonder


what the fuck am I doing here

breadless 

in hallway 4 between rooms 5 and 6

Posted by colleen on June 19, 2009 at 2:04 PM Comments comments (4)

I bit back the black bile

massing inside my empty stomach

as I watch

this man in a white coat 

reach for the rug I stand on


and as the camellia tea wets my lips 

I realize

I am not ready to fall 

I believed

Posted by colleen on June 12, 2009 at 11:18 PM Comments comments (9)

she made the sun rise for 5 yrs

Caterpillars found new skin

and slowly learned to fly

inside her brownstone

on Ella Grasso Blvd.

Where the smells of earth

grounded me

And no one had to die 

I am obsessed (with)

Posted by colleen on May 26, 2009 at 10:49 AM Comments comments (2)

Sue Ellen's silk green dress 

the one kept

in the back of her closet


I saw her wear it once

beautifully it caressed her curves and

by the way she made it sway 

you could tell she felt pretty


shamefully, I crept into her closet

touched her glorious dress

lingered in the day old perfume

caught in the mesh of the fabric

and dreamt of wearing

such a fine garment in the sun


I...

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I am from... an ordinary snapshot

Posted by colleen on May 16, 2009 at 7:45 PM Comments comments (4)

I am from cracked pots

From clay, uncentered

from dirty hands


I am from straight pins and standing straight

from hand-me-downs (but not too many)

from paper routes and owning cities


I am from shots and cigarettes 

from my Grandpa's bar

from the 4th ward

filled with democratic asses


I am from the cock the crows 3 times

from lying and denying

From dust to ash

From Sisters and F...

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a reading between scarred lines

Posted by colleen on May 13, 2009 at 12:50 PM Comments comments (6)

my lifeline was cut

by shattered glass

broken from the whiskey 

bottle you discarded at sunrise

when I was only three


scarred cross-stitched lines

where coarse blue thread once

tied the scraps of skin together

made it impossible for the palm reading 

to clearly say what day

I would be dead


Yet, I remember that day

walking with the wild

flowers swaying in the breeze

sun warmed ...

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