Secrets

That Thing,
in the closet,

has grown into
a real problem.

I can see It
squish through

silent spaces.
Darkness did not

smother - as was expected -
and all of that bullshit

only strengthen It.


~Sabrina

My Muse Is A Bag Of Lay's

One big handsome bag of Lay’s
looks at me. Entices me.
Even spoke to me. Wants
to spend the night with me.

I don’t know how to deny it -
except - once would never
be enough. If I open that bag,
I will want it all & nothing but.

I will want more. There will be
no sharing. My handsome Lays
will be mine & mine alone.
Rippled edges, perfect form,

pressed close, fragile -
waves of love.



~Sabrina

The Traveler

Lost, I stumble - unfamiliar ground
rises up; frozen, I fear, another
tomorrow- with out you.

No need to wonder how it
might end. It’s pretty obvious,
you grew roots into my soul.

Foreign objects. Lodged in deep.
Watered with tears & darkness,
refuse to disintegrate.

An end of any sort, would
never have suited me.
So many moons between us,

yet - it seems just yesterday,
I was in your arms,
lost in heaven, believing,

my journey complete.



~Sabrina

Material

Those first few days -
spent in exploration
& discovery - bodies

pressed close - we -
thunderstruck - spoke of love
& loss. I confessed

“I’d marry you in a heart’s
beat” & we glistened
nude in the candlelight.

In my passion I agreed
when he quoted - “’tis better
to have loved & lost…”

(I have since changed my mind.)

I laughed & replied, as
if tomorrow was solid, his arms
would never unwrap me

& loneliness was in the past.
“if nothing else, this should
make for some good poetry.”

And that it has.



~Sabrina

Her Deadly Weapon

Bitch slapped with words,
her fists beg to speak back,
but her arms are weak,
her body frail - her spirit

broken - her very being -
black & blue -
from mere words,
darts, spit at her.

She eats her tongue.
It can become a
deadly weapon -
she refuses to wield.

Until she becomes
too full, and vomits.


~Sabrina

Today:

Breeze brushed shadows pounce,
limbs flow free, roots hold strong.

Blushed horizon darkens.
Quick flash of light. Distant roar.

Unsung dreams swell - white capped
waves slam cliffs fragile.

Salty fresh air swirls, engulfs
bitter winds blown yesterday.

Tomorrow: Sunshine.


~Sabrina

Frozen River Navigated

Uninhabitable spaces swirl
unseen. Unknown.

Poles driven snow deep -
angry waters flow deeper.

Life below struggles, creviced in.
Tumbled rocks put up little fight.

No light permeates. Shadows cease.
Missionary birds garble to my ears alone.
　
Warm boots crunch under the sun.


~Sabrina

MeKu

My nerves bitter fruit
left too long hang dripping ready
to explode on the ground



~Sabrina

Crashed

Life’s shattered shards
strewn about; reflecting
bits and pieces back at me.

Wind howls, the wolves -
are long gone.
It was no life -

for a Lady, such as I.
Madness at each turn.
Sorrow for straight

stretches at a time.
The fast lane- too
close for comfort.

Often, I drove
with my eyes closed.


~Sabrina

I Got What I Need

The man promised me things
I wished to have.
Things I thought I needed.

I would open my weary
body to his three minutes
of getting off,

(night, after, boring night)
& I never did get
that bedroom set I wanted.

The children are beautiful though~


~Sabrina

To Fear Words - Be A Poet

To be a poet
One must not

Fear secrets
Each time
A memory
Releases

Worries
Or
Remnants of
Desires
Sincere



~Sabrina

Strip Poker

If I listened with the ears of a wolf -
many nights hungry - moon full
& bright - Would the wind speak,

again, low & hushed - of your secret
desires? For me? You showed me
your hand; a full house, with too

many queens. Mine; a heart filled
flush. I ran - lest I lose it all
next deal - and refused my win.

Too many queens in your hand.
Banish them! Then - let the cards
fall - and - we will allow our hands

freedom - to go - where they may…


~Sabrina

My Warm Heart

He left me with a heart
ready to explode, with love.
He was a good man.
Kind, warm, intelligent.

I didn’t know what
I was supposed to do
with all of that love.
It became a weight.

So, I tried to give it away.
“how hard can it be” I thought,
“to find another man to love?”
I found a rattlesnake instead.

I dodged its bite and braced
for a life of loneliness. Too many
predators - most have soaked
their lips in honey to hide fangs -

& I hate it when I must show
my fangs in order to survive.

I prefer to coil around my prey.


~Sabrina



　

Duck a l' Orange

Life goes on, floats among the wild reeds,
cattails guide the way around
edges barely defined. I could be

a duck in a small pond -
confused - mated to the wrong species,
with no desire to migrate -

no hunger for the open seas.
Every morning I would wait for you,
cast your old bread upon the water -

I would happily live on it.
I do not believe, you intentionally
devoured me. Love is weird

like that.


~Sabrina

A Hunk of Haiku

Crowded blades - green -
reach for the sunshine - tangled roots
run the opposite way.

　
Lips lust - nectar lost -
salted tears burns parched skin
now smooth leathery soft -

　
Word- whispered- remembered
later into the setting sun-
horizon bleeds pink.

Pastel painted dreams
travel further edgewise
too far to dare reach.


~Sabrina

~African Refugees In The Sinai

Throw away people
stripped of innards

left to die in the desert
sun
so that those

with better lives
should live.


~Sabrina

~ 420 & Main

I hated that old house
with its dirt basement
full of unseen creatures
invisible sticky webs strung
across black and greasy old
railroad ties that held
the whole pathetic thing up
and called to me to swing from
a rope around my neck in the
darkness. The night I went
down those dark narrow tunnel
stairs to face my fears
I found kittens.



~Sabrina

The Brat

Mother’s favorites are the three,
who tried to come after me.

The two, who died clinging
to the outside of her womb.

The one who made it in - after
Roe vs. Wade - and wasn’t allowed
to grow. (Can’t say I blame her -

both ectopic pregnancies nearly
killed her.)

Those three - never gave her the trouble
I did.


~Sabrina

Fogku

Whitest softly wet clouds -
rolls - blankets invisible
waves - brightly lapping.


~Sabrina

~Dream Bold

Dream on me worlds of beauty.
Unearthly- colors bright.
Colored bold. Dance Dreams-
dance in the light- be brave.
Be joyful. Fulfill yourself
Dreams. Let your loveliness
spill out and run into the
insecure arms of reality.
Brighten it all up a bit.


~Sabrina

Obsessed

Bit by bit. Little by little.
Day to day. Weeks. Months.
Years now - I think
I’m okay with this
memory, skipping -
continually - through
my head and over my heart;

a ghost of happiness
past,

with feet of nails.


~Sabrina

Teetering

Even with the edge - so close;
the Earth - small - at times,
large. I simply want to feel
comfortable. Puny nothing -
ness. A spec in a dust storm
- swirls - it all dreams so futile
and insane. I wonder at purpose.

This Earth - so huge - I am lost,
in a tall forest that never ends.

Unnoticeable perception change -
peace takes over storm -
silence goes on forever.
Air stale. Still. Heavy.
Atmospheric compression
strangles. There is no where
left, to go, that hasn’t been.

This world - so tiny - we are trapped,
in a narrow valley with no exit.


~Sabrina


　

The One That Got Away

It was, an un-baited hook,
thrown in carelessly;
a practice cast, meant

only, to be pulled back in -
then - tossed back out.

My heart and mind
free from expectation.
Experience my only hope.

The catch, the last thing
I thought of - then - I felt him

shimmer - like no other -
I fought with all I had
to reel him in, and I,

cried when I lost him.

Then that bitch after me,
threw in her baited hook.

I’ll bet she filets him good.


~Sabrina

Cornered

Shadows stalk memories
best left behind - sun
shines - around the bend

flowers bloom - reach
beyond darkness - in spite
of it. Turned away. There -

blossoms triumphantly bask.


~Sabrina

This Small World

The stillness of the air
suffocates.
It’s been three days.
No wind. No sun.
The birds aren’t flying.
The waves aren’t pounding.
Fog rolls in and blankets the ocean -
there is nothing to look at.
The osprey hasn’t been seen for days.
I don’t know where the ravens
have gone. Even the seagulls are quiet.

The cars - the motorcycles and semi-trucks -
that occasionally roar by in the distance -
seem to be the only sound in nature today.

Each roar, I hear, feels as though,
it were aimed - straight at me.


~Sabrina

　
　

Out Of My Hands

Mother’s messes - remnants
of bright ideas - impulses -
short circuited.

She wallows in her
creation gone bad.

Never once does
she consider her
own hands -

destroyed my
precious clay.


~Sabrina

Time To Prune

How I would speak!
If I could speak
my heart open, free!
There is nothing I want -
but to feel your skin.
To see your eyes.
To have you next to me.

I must pull back.
Nip this in the overgrown limb.
For it, has begun to whither -
slowly, painfully, forced.
Through no want of my
own I stand alone,
and it is lonely.


~Sabrina

A World Less Than Full~

Beyond dreams lies a world
less than full. It waits in vain.
A sun shines - anticipation
builds - pathways hope -
swath - for ease -
trod by none.

It was not to be - ours -
he turned away. All that
remains is the memory
of a world - left - less
than full. A bittersweet
shadow - which follows

only me.


~Sabrina

　

Drowning

I swim in a sea of green
jealous from head to toe -

seaweed fights to embalm me
salty water torments raw eyes.

No creature dare
investigate the tussle.

Even the sharks
fear my glare.


~Sabrina

So That Was Love?

For a brief moment in time -
I felt the wispy kiss of love,

then survived the bitter taste
of rejection salted with confusion.

Lips left dripping with desire,
eyes stripped of inner shine.

Kicked in the gut of tomorrow
I stand with my face towards the sun -

and wait, patiently, for the next moment.


~Sabrina

Melancholy

I wish I could stand
up straight - love freely.

Smile without a crane

to lift the heavy corners
of my lips.


~Sabrina

Testing~

I just need one.

One easy going
patient passionate
fun loving
secure
Man.

One
who doesn’t talk too much.


~Sabrina