We lay enclosed
happy in a place where only we existed
Her intensity gazed me
lightened me
Her touch firm, protective
Her nails ephoric
With the taste of red wine
on her lips on my lips and
her soft curls on my hips
she sent me spinning.
I was floating beneath her
weight so light
I was positively too happy
I could have touched, loved smelled
her all night beneath those glowing stars, but as the sun began to rise, the stars began to fade.....
I was off to another Katmai Day.
Lisa Burdsall
She smiled as she lifted her arms up
for her daddys protection. Lifting them for his help onto the wings that could carry her far from human bitterness.
He fles. Alone. With him, he took her smile, spirit, her love and her forgiveness. She fell. Alone.
With her rage ugly in the muscles of her wings.
But, soon she flew too, aimlessly, off the sheets where she'd lain in sticky semen and vodka.
Searching. Landing. Dispondent.
Amongst the salacious but familiar ones.
Lisa Burdsall
We were young, now that's done.
We hid from them, that was no fun
We left teeth markds in her artichoke hearts
While the man in uniform left belt marks on out asses.
Scented by reefer and roses we danced, bounced and dressed our cats in their Sunday best
We dodged flying dishes
Laid under the stars and made grand wishes
We rode everywhere with drunk drivers and without seatbelts
Survived them all and that crazy rooster too
We loved our Holly Hobbies, the roses the hugh BBQ pit and that lovely garden
We lost our Gramma, some goldfish, and curious Little Kitty
Where'd Snoopy go?
Left Atwater a bit battlte bruised
But still smellin like a rose.
Lisa Burdsall
In the tight black guilt of my shut eyes
I struggle to recall
Didn't I say no? Didn't I smile?
Didn't I drink enough to stay numb forever?
I don't exactly remember
Would my new faceless friends remember?
With their voices so distand can they even hear me?
They say look away child from your vodka smellin daddy
while he touches the places that are dark, wet, spiritual
Look away and never speak
Then, I evolve. You evolve. We evolve.
Into whatever he wants, needs or desires.
While he lays sleeping in his anger,
I guietly and still sane , talk to death like an old friend.
Lisa Burdsall
Dancing in dirty hotel sheets
Anger envelopes me
Dare they discover you, before you
Desecrate my body once more
You are too happy!
Yoke you I will
Oh I hate you
Unarmed I am no more
Will you ever say sorry?
Incest them I will not
Love then I will
Loathe your blue eyes
Death before your time
It just can't be
Enjoy your freedom now!
Lisa Burdsall
Somehow I've lost my spirit,
my strength, my hope, my faith and the truth.
I often wonder where it all went, if it ever exsisted.
Never proud, I belienve I would find truth and when I came upon her, I was happy to have a friend.
But when I understood her weel, I was diqusted and tired.
Weep for me not, for in the grave I will find my spirite, the wandering will cease.
Lisa Burdsall