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Astral	�����	Hand Me Down
Melted Barbie	�����	Afterwings
Manger	�����	Remembrance
Sins of the Flesh	�����	Night Grrl

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Laser lights penetrate and dust the evening There is so little to grasp with baby inexperienced hands and so few concepts that piece together

Waves reflect and gather like lost lambs on my brow, begging me to understand and looking pitiful in their wanderings.

Eyes reach the pain, but lashes lance it away daring it to touch retinal routes

There is no wondering There is no contact

Eyes close to old commercials and the cable flickers dangerously

Faerimuse � Copyright, 1999

My dreams are multi-colored birds that flavor my sight and sing

solitude that I would never speak or share with even you

Horizons of pinks and greys that blend and curve to the wing of wandering flight

I can find no purpose

I find only pain

Words whispered in my ear-between REM and waking the somewhere that is not here and the place where I

walk freely

Where I wear my pain like garish make up and dress in clothes my aunt would shutter to forget

Limited to a few waking cognisance and whispers of what I saw I wonder what truths my waking eyes lie and pervert

Faerimuse � Copyright, 1999

I am not your lover.

I am not your lost wonder of a dream, you thought you had once upon a time. Nor fairy winged princess to drape on strong arms at loud and oversexed parties where no one I repeat no one seems to listen

I don't understand your drama. The way your eyes light and catch pain like children catch colds. I don't want to be your pain. Your punishment.

I am cold. Not hot. Not dangerous. I sleep late on Thursdays and drink hot coke when I don't want ice. I am comfortable with uncombed hair and sleepy eyes. There is no justice in magazine glamour.

Go find your not so aging cheerleader, with white teeth that snap words from closed minds and closed ears.

Go find your carbon one dimensional dream date, and let this melted barbie sleep alone

Faerimuse � Copyright, 1999

We scope out the floor and the lights glimmer poetically while our feet try to glide to the beat of

the dance dj.

My hand tucks into yours and the tight circle we form seems unpenetrable- so permanent

Your eyes flash joy and you barely notice my feet crushing your toes

The song lingers in the air and dissipates and the crowd trickles off the floor

in search of food,drinks, and conversation.

We flock like birds full of noise and a sense of safety

I did not notice the other girl

the one who sat behind me in English

I laugh a little to loudly at a comment you make and cover it up with a quick kiss to your cheek

the other girl walks to the reception table, trying to mingle so that others will not see that she is alone She clings to the crowd like saran wrap trying to share glances and false smiles

She can only stand for so long and eventually ends up at a table by herself

But my eyes do not see the other girl my eyes are only for me

Faerimuse � Copyright, 1999

The universe spreads her wings as I gaze with arms outstretched and eyes unashamed

My feet grab leaves and dirt in curling barefoot toes-glorying in dandelions that drip summer This is my wandering backyard world that yells life and demands deeper understanding

Honeysuckles and fence climbing roses rise to greet

smell and tastes that beckon enter and please return again

Concrete and commercials wilt colorless.

my body wants to rock that cradle of fresh sown dirt

where seeds are tucked safely by my smudged hands and dreams of green and growing things

The universe bids me welcome- motherhood and maternity

water more potent than breast milk Sun Father-a solar step ladder

And they grow. And leaves peep- then curl to greet the day.

Proud mother, pulls weeds and pushes back her straw hat with with a smile.

Julianne/Faerimuse � Copyright, 1999

Phantom feather fingers sweeps across the page nose wiggling at too much dust a room untouched and unloved for so long

Sanguine curtains lie still and spiderweb window sills see little sunlight

the creaks and aches of an old house echo in this drafty room the chair creaks as you flip one more page

Hands and feet seem foreign here as if breaking the solitude of this sanctuary

Your grandfather had sat there, at least he did many years ago

He would push up his glasses on his nose and lick his finger, just as you did when he flipped a page

You even read in the detailed, absorbed way he did

The world disappearing as another takes over- My knock reverberates on the door

and you raise your conciousness to the here and wave me into your dusty rememberances.

Julianne/Faerimuse © Copyright, 1999

Pray for release Know that there will be a time that you can not find me

That you will not touch me

You should know that my anger will stretch and shape like a tempest that will

not simply abate

There is no hiding there is no place to quietly creep away

So think now Put a brief thought of regret before you lift that hand

I am where I am right now But this will not always be so

my words are promise my strength will make yours pale like a poor disapated bones left to bleach dry There are other times and that time will be mine not yours

So I ask you again

put those hands together dream of a time that you did not know me

Because if you lift that hand to me again

My name will be the only one you know

Faerimuse © Copyright, 1999

Feather ferret she smooths so quickly the ruffles of the night

What a lazy stranger feet heavy-- eyes long What sort of creature is this?

Territory is mine travel the concete and tread the turf Sandwich every look of saavy business into one little glance

What are you looking at?

Wow, what a little weasel. See the way that tie chokes right up his tight little neck.

Predator prowess, hips sway and red fingernails are talons of tawdriness

Did you come out to play? Aren't we the brave one?

I am an exotic flavor. Rhinestones and red fast cars is what this little girl is made of.

Faerimuse © Copyright, 1999

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