Zoetrope

Ride by night, rays just peeping--

espresso fog and breakfast haze;

hearts layering over the other,

swirls of smooth flowers,

leaves twist to a curl, 

crowded cruise, dreary mind,

spicy stirfry made with thyme;

sit so close, laugh so loud,

skin to skin, sleeping sound.

Chill Space

colored lights twinkle,

dance around ink memories;

ac unit hums

Tricky

Pillowcases of slow poison,
grasp tiny fingers of unsuspecting
innocence playing green cheeked in streetlights;
dismal playing the sky's tune.
Chanting whispers fill the air,
whipping hairs of fairies,
leaving splattered yolks by flickering low-melted candles
in lantern eyes watching;
fallen leaves blow dry.

I'm just saying

So they started selling alcohol (beer and wine) at the university where I work and I must say that I just don't feel good about the idea. Is it the place of a university to sell alcohol? I say no, it's not. Why does it need to sell alcohol? Well you might argue for profits, which can be a really good thing but do any of those profits go to the school or do they just go to the corporate food service industry company that I work for? Because if none, or not much of it goes to the school (to help further the educations of the students they are intoxicating) then profit is no longer a viable excuse because it doesn't circle around to benefit the student for the reasons they are at that school drinking that beer, which is to learn. I can nit pick and argue out all the little details about liability and more access to alcohol  for underage kids with fake IDs and parents and possible lawsuits, and I could argue all the potential benefits of less reason to travel/drive while intoxicated...(that's about it)... but the bottom line is do academic institutions really need to have a bar on campus? Does alcohol benefit the learning process?
No.

late night

cool licks soft hairs against his brow
sculpted back falling and rising-- breath so calm
a dimpled, round smile begs my kisses
gentle arms of warm shelter-- mindhearts touch
heavy eye steals a glance 'til morn

Neighbor

Rain drips off my porch railing;
a grey sheet envelopes the sky.
I see her stroll tranquilly across the wet grass--
nose pink, eyes bright.
Hair clingy from mist;
she spots me in the morning haze.
Silently slipping between the sliding doors,
into darkness, she fades.

Untitled (When I Woke Up)

Flicker of consciousness from the black--
a fuzzy, tilted room.
I move my head. Small view.
Dark, jittering lump in the bottom of my eye, I can't see you.
I can almost make out the sound--
body is numb.
I know I can't feel you touching me.
(snap to black)