Jane in the Garden

She sits
in between the garden rows
blowing dandelion seeds
toward the cucumbers I just
replanted

She scrubs
black soil into fingers, feet
wiping more dirt
across her smiling mud masked
face

She steals
my heart at sunset
chasing fireflies in freshly mowed grass
laughing like wind in maple
leaves

Carole lyn Catron 2014

Dandelion Haiku

Thousand yellow suns
Popping out of bright green grass
Quickly turn to moon

confusing amusing

amusing choice
your sad voice still lingers
as your plane begins to fly
you said, you loved me
 but I, just don't feel the same
 you knew my heart, still broken
 though you smile at me that way

allow me to heal awhile
don't turn away, afraid
 San Francisco lent me his heart
 the radio, never did play my favorite song
 and now you're gone

 life is a dance, or so I'm told
But I have two left feet

California I

California smiles with only one lip
squeezes her eyes tight
flashing her fake tits to the sky
Her many shiny necklaces
twist around her lengthy neck
rubies and diamonds
diamonds and rubies
lshe lets them all fly
with the shake in her hips
the wiggle of her manicured finger
and everybody falls to their knees
to her dismay, prays to another God.
California lights her golden hair on fire
just to watch it burn.

The Ghost Queen of New Orleans

Madisun only talks to very old men
and drag queens

while standing in a parking lot

handing out poems like dollar bills.

She left her guitar behind

She keeps blurred photographs of strangers

tucked in her windowsill

hoping that collecting them
will give her life clarity.

She doesn't care
about long hair or brown eyes

she won’t sing along

to Simon and Garfunkel anymore

or listen to good advise

Her five dogs dwindled to 2

and her trains have all derailed.
She can no longer find the sky
with her head hung below sea level
so she wishes on city bricks

(she’s run out of stars)
for another way

to say she’s leaving

whispers adieu

to Marie Laveau

and hitchhikes

leaving her ghosts behind

 

Maureen Sings

she slid coins
into the jukebox
selected a handful
of songs, then kicked
her shoes off
no one noticed
her dancing
as waves of
Stevie Ray Vaughn
crashed into the walls
dim lights and golden beer
kept regulars
rolling the dice for another round
slow song
she sings
loud
Patsy Cline cries "Crazy"
caught by the night
and hidden stories
her song ends
she walks out the door
leaving her shoes behind

Fetal Theives

 Fetal Theives

Heavy with child
Mother Nature
rips at her horizon
thick scarlet wound
seizes our undeveloped skin
burns us from within
we hide our faces behind
translucent hands

release us

A thousand times we've seen
A thousand pictures worth
A thousand words

then turn and paint ourselves
in shiny hues of imitation
but only on the outside, so
we cut ourselves
from wooden frames

Fall from grace

and steal back into the night
praying that when we die
closing our eyes
we might open them again
beyond blood red skies
be pulled from this blackened womb
and one day be born of light.

©2013 Carole-Lyn Catron