Crystal Soul

It is not fair when you say

you would love me forever

and then never show up to prove it

words are just pebbles

and love is just the ocean

but actions and gestures

are the steps

to make my heart shake

my soul has already

been spoken for

do not ask to conquer it

for it is futile

worthless, unattainable

it has been claimed before

I was born

before you were born

my soul has travelled

endless waters

to come to me

I am sure others tried to claim it

for it is truly

a crystal soul

you can see all the shimmering light

if you step close to me

you have to almost

walk through me

to appreciate the glitter

and the reflections

but so far

no one has even attempted

to open me up

once-almost happened

twice-I ran home

and now

I wait

for my other light

to complete me.

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Spilt Wine


Start the night with wine

in my hair, on my dress,

in my stockings

brand new shoes

bare shoulder

and a few broken

apologies. I saw it

coming too,

and just watched it.

Kind of like life

that was yesterday.

Tonight,

now another bar

another jazz singer

singing the blues

under copper tiled ceilings

and feathers in her hair

you’d think it was suddenly

1920 art deco Paris.

But no,

it’s the house of Jazz

in Laval, Quebec.

Hanging with the girls

who sold my life away.

Cosmos and red chandeliers

blue bottine in the vitrine

and it’s a wonderful world

in here.

The only thing missing is you

with me.

It makes me cry

you’ll never see

what I see.

Not even pictures

do it justice.

Rita called me

she’ll be 20

minutes late,

god damn Montreal traffic.

It’s fine.

I’ll order another Cosmo

write a poem.

Listen to the jazz singer

and lament

you.