FLIGHT

RUBY: I was standing at the corner of 8th and Broadway after a rather rough John. My hair was a mess, my stockings had an obvious run down the front and my jacket was torn. One could have said it was a victim of passion. To top it all off my head was spinning due to being knocked against a headboard for God only knows how long. A dear friend of mine and fellow lady of the night Greta saw me and crossed to meet me. Greta: Hey lovely, how goes it? Ruby: Just another frolic down the lovely lane of love. Greta: How did you get so...fucked up? You look like you just got hit by a bus. Ruby: I don't remember. Greta: Say what?? Ruby: I don't remember. Greta: Now Ruby child I've known you for quite some time, and you can't tell me that you just lost all recollection of that run down your leg. Ruby: Woman don't try me. Greta: Really why didn't you just knee him in the gut like I showed you. Ruby: Because I was a crane. That's what I do. When the going gets tough, I become a Crane and fly across the delta into the sunset. Greta: You've got to be kidding me. Ruby: No, I open my breast to the wind and just sail on as a man has his way with my body. There's a euphoria that comes up through my middle more heavenly than anything I've ever known. Greta: But... Ruby: No, there is no but, just the fragrance of wildflowers caressing my crown. Greta: Wow. Ruby: That's what he said. 

SLOW

Normal people don't profess their inner desires.
It's more like watching tar pour from a jar.
When I think of a scary moment I'm not drawn to ghosts or zombies
Fear begins in the possibility of revealing my true hopes
That's scary
 I'll share one with you though, if you'll keep it a secrete.


I want a friend who will go streaking with me in broad daylight.

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A Block fell on my head today
I forgot what my name was in a beautiful way
Told my mother that she was my favorite person
Was it a Lie? Maybe

Flowers have the tendency to wilt and die
Still the sun shines on a patch of soil all the same
When will the day bring us a honest prophet?

I wish this poem stood for something but all I have is my heart