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I hear your sirens
but there is no emergency you say
everything is right here
in my underworld.

Our eyes met and I predicted
what was to come.
I wanted you to un-make me
wash away my fears and memories
with the stroke of a brush.

Lay me down
put me at ease
never leave have another cigarette
Robin is calling you say
but turn back the clock
the hand should be
on the green lantern.

Rip up your cares just lay me down
Put me at ease and don't go anywhere.
My quake is still on the 5th floor.
Waiting to crumble. Wanting more.

Take off your authority
You are under arrest
til I shake and moan
enjoy the high rise
have another cig, just stay
put me at ease.

Til your monster awakens me.

A Ritual to Read to One Another by William Stafford

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep

Loose Thread

Look at you a lil fair maiden
in such despair but step back from it all
and take a deep look:
Because who put you there?

It took so long to cut the thread
you would stare at it loose
on your favorite dress
then little by little
look at you girlfiend!

Gave the entire garb to a charity
faraway only to find it waiting
to rip you to shreds some more
downtown in a store you would never
be caught dead at.

Still your beloved
embracing it adoring it
letting it take over your frame
not caring that the flame is still
one sided.

You wear it for him
the thread still loose
he eats you he loves you
you are a star but then
you can hear the silence as he goes far away.


All thats left are multiple threads unraveled
on the floor and wondering
why the fuck you ever opened the door
to that downtown store.

Wish You Weren't Here

We walk along the beach staring at other people's feet
Trying not to say go away to one another
What was once a glorious day has turned to a low tide
Never again will we be high.

I wish I could cry but what for
Your kisses have turned to sea salt
I used to love you more but now
We just seem to love less
But isn't there enough hate in this world
To go around without us wishing
We were not here.

I send you a postcard of the sea yet
I will not be surprised if it gets buried
Beneath the sand cuz what was once
A sea shore romance
Star gazing and reflections
Of a pizza pie in blue has turned
Into a low tide that will never again
Go high.

I used to love you more but now
I avoid it all
I think I will bury away
Our shells and beach balls.
Wash away my castle in the sand
Cuz I am through with
This long term stand.

Parasol & Grandma

They are safe in their frame......

Breadcrumbs lost under the snow......

MOTHER By Tori Amos

go go go go now
out of the nest it's time
go go go now
circus girl without a safety net
here here here now don't cry
you raised your hand
for the assignment
tuck those ribbons under your helmet
be a good soldier
first my left foot
then my right behind the OTHER
pantyhose running in the cold

mother the car is here
somebody leave the light on
green limousine for the redhead
DANCING dancing girl
and when i dance for him
somebody leave the light on
just in just in case i like the dancing
i can remember where i come from

i walked into your dream
and now i've forgotten
how to dream my own dream
you are the CLEVER one aren't you
brides in veils for you
we told you all of our secrets
all but one
so don't you even try
the phone has been disconnected
dripping with blood and with time
and with your advice
poison me against the MOON

mother the car is here
somebody leave the light on
black chariot for the redhead
DANCING dancing girl
he's gonna change my name
maybe you'll leave the light on
just in just in case i like the dancing
i can remember where i come from

i escape into your escape
into our very favorite fearscape
it's across the sky and i cross my heart
and i cross my legs oh my god
first my left foot
then my right behind the other
breadcrumbs lost under the snow

oo who mother
oo mother the car is here
maybe maybe you'll leave the light on
for the for the for the dancing girl
he's gonna change my name
maybe you'll leave the light
just in case i like the dancing
i can remember where i come come from

mother mother mother

Its Fall!

Its fall! I have been a busy bee enjoying the changing of the leaf colors (well, as much as one can in California, I suppose) as well as treats, not many tricks. Hanging around my 'hood & working, although not as much on my book as I would like, but some new thoughts came to me that are still brewng in my head & that need to become concrete on paper. When they do, I may share 'em with anyone who is interested....you, maybe? Hopefully?
The big news lately sems to be that McRib is back! I don't eat meat, so for me this time of year means.....Ghirardelli Pepperment Bark Chocolate is BACK! Woooot. Already got 2 bars for 2 bucks at Wal Greens. Sweet. Literally!;-)
Til next time....check out my new picture from halloween!!!! xo, Mary