I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Finished Poppies


Now you've unbroken my heart.
Stepped back from the blank snow
and I...to urge.

I know, just a signifier
for immediate response
or to say tangle my poppies
a lore nite engulfing them whole.

Oh my little darlin's and their wants
to be entangled flesh
so I know I'm real,
when, I don't know if I am
and you're here to press.

There's this pulse, us, and we pause.

I retrieved a dead bird from the garbage can
the other day, and thought of you.

I wanted to paint it back to revive it,
rescue the poor dead dear...
as if it were else-where yet
and it is, we watch at the feeder.

I stayed, it stayed
then I let my health stay
and together we rose up
two very graceful fortunates
or forgiving.

How I forgive myself,
it's to forget, and I need, and I need.

There'll be symphonies left us
by the time we're done.
My whole inside is too much.
I'm gonna kiss you.

For simulating what it was
I, fully forward and the first place,
lilt, and the land of Erin Green,
can you imagine,
like the land of nod
and in the first place
I was meant to be giddy
on observing her emerald laugh
finely attuned

it felt good. It felt like the west
or like at first, I sought the frisky cat
in a coffee black mask,

our breath...

dressed up to host my embellishment.
In flair for the occasion,

my well rehearsed side-eyes care
explaining my tander of a tender,
all seen within the photograph.

He being mine, it's non-resistant,
he wouldn't of swooned it otherwise.

I've a stained wrist,
a creature invested, like royalty
my countenance
I'm ripe to be kept like this, always

cause then I saw you again last night,
the look you had tipped over
and I'd dreamt you were two
singing, classy birds.
I tried caging you up,
but to no use trying.

I likes you better this way
and guess that's all there is.

[SadLuckDame]

Was that you?
First looks was a familiarity,
but I didn't want to stare
and I'm so shy.

"See ya later sweetie."
I wanted to look back.

I never know, then I can't stop wondering it now.

The little girl throws me off,
I might be same going crazy.
Anyway, I'll look there again
in the morning
only thing I can think of.


I'll be gone a week tomorrow
I mean I think so.

I don't know if I'll sleep tonight.

[stilltrucking]

Tell me where I was, and I will tell you if it was me.

Welcome home

[SadLuckDame]

It was at the grocery store
and you were getting ready to go fishing.

[stilltrucking]

Was I wearing my lucky hat?

[SadLuckDame]

Umm, I don't know, but I don't think so.
Not the lucky hat from the one picture,
I know that much.

I saw your fishing pole
with a bobber on it though,
is that lucky or not?

[stilltrucking]

Did it have a lure on it?

[SadLuckDame]

Maybe a worm
but you didn't let me have it to see.




from my trip.

[SadLuckDame]

Unfinished Poppies

Now you've broken my heart.
Back to the blank snow
and I...to urge.

I know, just a signifier
for immediate response
or to say strangle my poppies
before the white engulfs them whole.

Oh my little darlin's and their wants
to be entangled flesh
so I know I'm real,
when, I don't know if I am
and you're not here to press.

There's this pulse, and we pause.

I threw a dead bird in the garbage can
the other day, and thought of you.

I wanted to go back and retrieve it,
rescue the poor dead dear...
as if it were else-where yet.

But I stayed, it stayed
then I let my guilt stay
and together we froze up
which isn't very graceful
or forgiving.

How can I forgive myself,
it's to forget, and I need, and I need.

There'll be nothing left of us
by the time we're done.
My whole inside is too much.
I'm gonna miss you.

For simulating what it was
I, looking fully after and the first place,
tilt, or the land of Erin Green,
can you imagine,
like the land of nod
and in the first place
I wasn't meant to be giddy
only an observant
finely attuned

but it felt good. It felt like the west
or like a first shot of whiskey
in a coffee black mask,

our breath...

dressed up to host my punishment.
In flair for the occasion,

my well rehearsed good-byes
explaining my tander of a tender,
all seen within the photograph.

He was mine, but it's non-existent,
he wouldn't own it otherwise.

I've a stained wrist,
a creature invested, no matter
my countenance
I'm ripe to be left like this, always

cause then I saw you again last night,
the look you had left over
and I'd dreamt you were two
screaming, raspy cats.
I tried caging you up,
but to no use trying.

It doesn't and guess that's all there is.


~My After before my before.

[Doreen Peri]

Unfinished Poppies

Now you've broken my heart.
Back to the blank snow
and I...to urge.

I know, just a signifier
for immediate response
or to say strangle my poppies
before the white engulfs them whole.

Oh my little darlin's and their wants
to be entangled flesh
so I know I'm real,
when, I don't know if I am
and you're not here to press.

There's this pulse, and we pause.

I threw a dead bird in the garbage can
the other day, and thought of you.

I wanted to go back and retrieve it,
rescue the poor dead dear...
as if it were else-where yet.

But I stayed, it stayed
then I let my guilt stay
and together we froze up
which isn't very graceful
or forgiving.

How can I forgive myself,
it's to forget, and I need, and I need.

There'll be nothing left of us
by the time we're done.
My whole inside is too much.
I'm gonna miss you.

For simulating what it was
I, looking fully after and the first place,
tilt, or the land of Erin Green,
can you imagine,
like the land of nod
and in the first place
I wasn't meant to be giddy
only an observant
finely attuned

but it felt good. It felt like the west
or like a first shot of whiskey
in a coffee black mask,

our breath...

dressed up to host my punishment.
In flair for the occasion,

my well rehearsed good-byes
explaining my tander of a tender,
all seen within the photograph.

He was mine, but it's non-existent,
he wouldn't own it otherwise.

I've a stained wrist,
a creature invested, no matter
my countenance
I'm ripe to be left like this, always

cause then I saw you again last night,
the look you had left over
and I'd dreamt you were two
screaming, raspy cats.
I tried caging you up,
but to no use trying.

It doesn't and guess that's all there is.


~My After before my before.

OMG, this is just stunning poetry! It took my breath away... literally... I couldn't breathe while reading it.. it held me captive and owned my soul....

I want to own a book of your poetry. This is just beautifully painful and full of life .... completely full of all things life is.

[SadLuckDame]

Of course, hun, ty, whenever I type one. Things are so off, I barely write. the muse is saying enough is enough or sumpin'.

I may start keeping a secret diary instead and hide it under by mattress like most normal women do. lol.

or actually, I'm a procrastinator, haven't bought ribbon.

I liked that one when I wrote it
had been mad, then rewrote when happy. Good times.

[SadLuckDame]

We Kill Bugs, Dead, Dead, Gone

On a lawn dance they play
a game of duck, duck, goose
and all of them drug induced.

Sally ate a tangerine at seven a.m.
she runs circles till noon and drowns
the nights with a handful of pills,
doctor knows best
doctor knows best
momma knows too.

Sally said, "What's a tangerine made of
to get me taller than the moon."

[SadLuckDame]

Talking to the mr. about comics. Wish I knew how to draw.
I'd make this comic today...

whirr whirr whirr

"I can't get my daughter to stop running in circles."

"I brought her some twizzlers, maybe she'll sit for that."

"Are you crazy?!!?"

"Can't be nearly as bad as those tangerines you fed her."

[SadLuckDame]

Why don't you believe me, I told you I'm afraid to stand in an open field, with no mountains surrounding and an open sky. I might lose gravity, I know I'll float up, up and into space.

But, then you carried to me about a hundred helium balloons, all sorts of primary colors! and asked me, do you want them?

How do you know me so well, they looked too exciting to resist and I knew you'd grab my socks if need be and follow me up, up, and up...

Thinking about this after riding in a convertible under blue skies, a week ago.

[SadLuckDame]

You'll just have to forgive a girl like me, I'm very good at making lemonade. Two lemons. I just need two and I always look forward to it, because there are always lemons.


Rawwr! I'm gonna get you my pretty and your little dog too!
I can touch you any time I want. I just did! Ha! Ha! But, you can't catch me, you're too busy to sit down by the water.
neener neener
I win! I win!
Girls rule!