Lonely

Lonely tucks me
in each night,
rubs my feet,
bares my thighs,
makes me blush,
wells my eyes,
rolls me over,
tends my lines,
feeds me fruit,
straight from the vine.

Lonely keeps me
satisfied.

Like

Hearts are like paper.
They tear so easily.

Gabby

She smiled, and
God appeared.

Jazz

I heard some jazz the other day, and
it reminded me of Hoke.



I should listen to jazz
more often.

Wishing

She eased
in

talking
smiling
wishing

gently
sat upon
his desk
crossed
her legs
took a
deep breath

he never
knew
the sun
had come

she sweat
herself
to death.

Silence

Some words
have no
womb.

Waking Up

The greatest thing
is waking up
brushing teeth
washing up
not feeling crazy
not feeling blue
not feeling hazy
without you.
no butterflies
no late night cries
no over-eating
apple pies.
no sipping tea
to calm my nerves
no living like
I'm on the verge.
no watching re-runs
in the bed
no counting sheep
inside my head.
The bottom line?
I'm over you.
I'm riding waves
in Honnolu!





by Linette Marie Allen, Copyright 2008