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Periwinkle

Yellow Daylily

Anything a Woman Loves

anything a woman loves
is hers forever

she owns the sunrise
in her heart

she owns the quiet
in a book

she owns the smile
of a baby

she owns the strength of
her lover

anything a woman loves
is hers by right

by passion’s possession
forever and ever

amen

Do What You Always Do

do what you always do
turn off your mind

do what you always do
simple as rhyme

the worst that can happen
has already happened
is already happening
all of the time

do what you always do
under the sky of blue

do what you always do
and everything’s fine

Ignorance

my ignorance protects me
my anxiety makes me go

my confusion tells me everything
and fear is all I know

my stupidity gives me hope
my weakness makes me pure

and loneliness connects me
until there is a cure

Silence

I find everything in silence
But I can’t tell you what it is

I see everything in front of me
But there’s nothing there at all

I feel love like an ocean
I want to swim in forever

Joni

Gay porn is so ugly
I watch straight porn
and pretend
I’m the woman

I can’t act my age

I’m so broken by tension
at four in the afternoon
I don’t know where I am

The first time I took acid
I saw the devil, big as life
But it was just a neighbour
walking his dog

I ran home and felt so foolish
I decided to open myself up
to all the evil in the universe
But it was just me
in the dark

I sat in my mother’s chair
and became my mother
with my mother’s thoughts
and feelings

My children were such an agony…

I tried to make myself throw up
but I was born again
instead

In the morning I felt such
tenderness towards the world
I watched a Joni Mitchell
video (the one where she’s
having dinner with St. Peter)

and cried and cried

The Earth

Come back to the earth
And stay with me
Keep me company here

Come back, come back
To the earth and me
I like it when you’re near

Come back from sloth
And drear occasion
Sessions of sin
And habitual fear

Come back, come back
To the earth and me
I like it when you’re near

Trapeze Artist

I swing from life to life
Like a trapeze artist
And miracles come my way

The miracle of a person
A life, right in front of me
The miracle of myself, though
I’m shy about it

The miracle of you, who are reading this
I would never wish to see you
Reduced to a formula
Packaged and sold

Or beaten into a coma
And left for any stray demagogue
To pick up like trash

Or placed in a straight-jacket of logic
Or fear
And denied the right to flourish

I swing from life to life
Like a trapeze artist
And miracles come my way

May 17th

Garlic Mustard

Uncloudy Day

I lose the world everyday
And then, miraculously, it returns

But this can’t go on forever

My mind is no shelter
My mind is the storm

And my heart is like a ship out on mid-ocean
Rudderless and failing

I lose myself everyday
But see, I return
Always with a little less

Until there’s nothing left
But an uncloudy day