'Round The Mulberry Bush

(Those of you who post on MySpace have already read this one on my blog there three days ago)


Like so many decisions, made in haste;
his hand on your arm, bidding you stay,
while the crazy bluebirds circle, crying
yes, yes, and the great willows bend
in the wind, moaning yes yes.

And so you lay your head next to his,
listen again to his lies, try to believe
those bluebirds and the willow trees
and the flash rain that comes, soaking
everything back to bright green.

Your body melts to the bed when he enters you,
whispering secrets only two lovers share, but
you know they all lie--the foolish bluebirds,
feathers like sharp glass, the two-timing willows,
even the greedy rain, and so you rest pennies
upon your eyes when he has finished, draw
a shroud up across your face.

You recite your prayers to the tooth fairy,
Romeo and Juliet, and the weeping lady
across the street, knowing
tomorrow he will kill you again.

(c)2006

Thanks to all of you pulling for me. The headache isn't gone, yet, but it's MUCH better. When a med gives one of those whoppers--at least to me--it takes a few days for it to completely clear. Still just not doing much with my eyes and that's helping. Since I have so very many med reactions, not all headaches, you can see why I approach a new med as an experiment in terror:-)