About Me
AN ANOMOLY
less is more
more is less
art will behold
those who breathe
only in self reality
not everyone sees
blindness of masses
hoping to taste this
notes and art drip
late night into dawn
the witching hour
belongs only to us
as we write this song
you wish you were here
we wake only to dream,
to press the carbon pages
until we know what to say
WILD WEST
i am an atypical girl
you’ve seen me before
never adhering to rules
differentiate me, please
you might know my name
normalcy became fashion
i canceled my subscription
magazine trends bore me
i will not fit into your box
please don’t try to convert
i am not fresh off the bus
my eyes are too wide open
prey the faceless beauties
who will never know better
ignorance is an aphrodisiac
as they perch upon your lap
itching for whiskey or blow
a cat in heat is good to go
scratch my little posterior
no limbs outside the vehicle
count your dollars and cents
i will rob you blind if i can
spread your legs or mine
oh, let me lead the way
i ooze tainted gibberish
i am a bitter optimistic
a double entendre of sorts
the odds are in my favor
to simply screw you over
hindsight is twenty/twenty
your zipper needs crazy glue
i‘m sorry that i just bit you
i’ll have my cake and eat it too
WELCOME TO MY LIFE II
i tow my luggage on a leash
i’m in dire need of a bellhop
my spine needs an adjustment
as i’ve tried to compensate,
the chip on my shoulder burns
familiarity is a commodity
sometimes, bought at will
or sold on the black market
by the beggars, the cheaters
i cannot seem to litter you
i cannot trash the memories
although i’ve fervently tried
a mind eraser of liquid draino
should be an available amenity
included in the mini bar today
i stow this guilt in my handbag,
tuck my responsibility in a jar
and formulate a plan for escape
i’m better than the exchange rate
i’ll throw the dice in a back alley
i wish i could call in the wolf
to clean up, to nip and to fuck
i gave everyone all that i could
i want respect for my expertise
or just a genuine acknowledgment
for everything i’ve done for you
shut up. take your crass culture
i’d rather fuck his naked body
it doesn’t matter quite so much
when i become hot and bothered
i can just pack my shit tomorrow
SMILES AND FROWNS
the ballerina defies earth
trusting that her partner
will be there to catch her
and make her look graceful
to the critics, the haters
i thought that i was here
the black arrow told me so
calculated misinformation
from some plastic security
grasping a computer chip
and no real grip on reality
useless, broken technology
i plan on doing doughnuts
in a desolate parking lot
until i retch, throw you up
i pull the emergency brake
because i found my compass
which has never led me awry
i have a map in my pocket
i don’t need your validation
i’ve burned better leeches
my blood is slightly tainted
surprised you didn’t taste it
this award winning actress
was cast as the femme fatale
to turn you one hundred eighty
while i lick up a shiny world
bereft of your expectations,
assumptions and consumption
the arrow now points to me
as i perch upon tranquility
THERE IS...
no fence
white washed,
white picketed,
oak, pine or otherwise
where i can
slowly analyze life
while being
on both sides
no tight rope
for ten tepid toes
of an indecisive
acrobat wanton
with a fear of heights
and no safety harness
no perch
for the idiot savant,
another oxymoron,
to remain indifferent,
stagnant, complacent
time to walk,
crawl or run
no line
from pen or pencil,
permanent marker
or ink invisible
to straddle or saddle
with my hesitations
while carrying luggage
no more
black and white
only grey areas
and the rest
of the spectrum
it is fun, funny
to finally draw
outside the lines
i still feel you
inside of me
you created a monster
i am insatiable
it was inevitable
i saw the blue prints
a few years ago
I was always a writer. I started writing sci-fi short stories at age seven. I turned to poetry soon after. I still have my poetry from when I was ten years old. My poetic voice is completely different today. I am not the same girl.
Today, my poetry has a little bit of a fuck you attitude. I write for me with no apologies. It is raw and uncensored. I write about what i feel and witness in a city of angels. I encounter so many writers and musicians who breathe and think like me. Uncanny... I guess I am not the only castaway on this three hour tour.
I am originally from NYC. I have been in the city of angels long enough to be considered a native. I am a former ballerina and an actress on hiatus. I have always been a poet and writer.
I like booze, movies, excess, my friends, my cat, writing poetry, eating out, reading, dancing, pilates, music, etc...
My life reads like a soap opera. I attract drama and dysfunction like a whore. Oh well...
My company, Ace Monkey Promotions, booked psychobilly, rockabilly, and indie bands in Los Angeles including Hellbillys, James Intveld, Wanda Jackson, Dave + Deke Combo, Lucky Stars, Devil Doll, The Slanderin, Los Creepers, The Rocketz, Mad Marge & The Stone Cutters, Coffin Draggers, Hellbound Hayride, etc... At this time, I am not booking any bands.
An artist happens to be a sheep, a wolf and little red riding hood simultaneously, or an anomaly.
