One, Two, Thirty-Nine, Forty

One two thirty nine forty
I see you turning around looking at me,
laugh like a child, hands of an old lady
I cut through your vapid pleas
youth culture ain’t got nothing on me -
“who does she think she is,
fronting and fantasizing?”
But oh honey this is the genuine deal
I am walking right up for you to see
a thick smooth slow pulled latte,
distinguished, that’s me.

I’ve walked this planet in boots over dirt,
bare toes on hot cement,
danced naked before all,
dropped my baggage on mountain tops
swung my purse over chain link fences,
hopped over to run.
I walked for miles in these heels
and still I would shake my girls.
Until the sun comes-up, my soul
will not stop.

I am a piercing hot lover,
seer and discoverer.
Stretch marks and all
when I move I will make you fall
over your tongue or your feet to reach me
the untouchable wonder
mysterious blunder
tripping through the universe
fighting reality with verse,
what do you think you can teach me?

Unable to penetrate my core
go ahead and play your game a little more
when I am ready I’ll call bullshit
turn you inside and out with one hit,
my mind dropped opening up
my mouth the release
valve turned to steaming
no salve for this burn
you two-bit hack, you need to cleaning.

 

A Servant of the Moon

With every full moon, pulled and swayed
I am the sand along the shoreline, found in the tide,
turned into a regenerating belief that love and freedom are one,
lava touching ocean - my heart reaches for light,
I breathe in the warm vapor
new forms taking shape along the edges
too fresh to hold life.