The Year's haikus |
new years
poured champagne on lips
like the thoughts of change coming
used planners torn up
looking over the past year
cliches of broke hearts
window open to south sands
infedelity
what... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 11:51:00 PST |
what i dreamt before i dreamt you. |
when i dream of you
i dream in blues.
i dream the expanse of your back over sheets
i dream in shades of
memories that are bruised peaches and lace
colored tablets of rice paper that i know
as w... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 11:39:00 PST |
the space between my sheets |
the scent on my pillow is now a hint
not even that, its gone.
this is here:
a dark scent of you; that vunerable sleeping boy
and the softness of that memory,
eyelashes shut tight to the light.
yo... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 04:00:00 PST |
A strong hold. |
my strong suit is not patience
it is the will to be right
and say so
this waiting
its too difficult
i will be the first to admit
-which almost never happens-
its something i can't do
i d... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 10:16:00 PST |
1 |
Exactly one day to make everything known
to memorize your face
see it without looking
"not long" you say
"not long"
how are you measuring this, love?
your measurements are inaccurate and cold
s... Posted by Katie Lady on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 02:43:00 PST |
Ladies and Gentleman, Please Take Your Seats. |
this is how they start
a simple plot
with an A for effort
what can be done
to make an audience pay attention
pick and choose
deadly disease
sex sold spirits
the disillusioned sophisticate... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 16 May 2006 08:11:00 PST |
Lessons In Greek |
Agape
knowing there is something to know
is the most difficult thing i have ever done
feel no need for a step up
or a held hand
a choice when i was younger to do everything
solo
yet needing someo... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 09 May 2006 04:02:00 PST |
metamorphosis |
todaymy feet kissed the skythe palms of my hands grew rootsand i grew into a little treedug deep into the earth
yesterdayi hibernatedshook my shoulders arched my backand sleptdormant
the day beforei w... Posted by Katie Lady on Mon, 01 May 2006 07:47:00 PST |
trois.3. |
you me machinary
ch-kunk
gears fall into place
and im realizing
that you might be a very bad idea
keeping well oiled (you can laugh)
has always been a goal of mine
and crying
as everyone knows (rusts)... Posted by Katie Lady on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:21:00 PST |
You Owe Me An Apology |
She sits, unflinchingly cold, at the corner of the bus station. Violet fingertips, bitten down to the fresh pink underneath-the-skin. Nipples hard as glass. Eyes rock flint gray. They used to be calle... Posted by Katie Lady on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 11:26:00 PST |