Scorn Me Not

Scorn me not for you will pay
I know a thousand spells
Hell hath no fury – so they say
With each hex my frenzy swells

Satisfaction is my coveted high
Chaos is my payback
Transport me on wings of jubilation
Beyond the anguish of rejection

My inner child rebels against
The use of vicious witchery
The vast depths of my vindictiveness
Reveals my soul’s peculiar poverty.



I carefully adhere to rules
Predict me like the evening tides
Call me faithful
Call me rude
Never look me in the eyes

I check the lights
I check the stove
Locking every doorknob twice
My sanity rests upon
Remembering the words to every song

I see you clearly through my kaleidoscope
Each color is a key
There’s order in disorder
Symmetry in the smallest speck
A treasure in a quarter

Turn the lens on me
Be amazed and downright humbled
Toss your hat into the ring
Life’s a strange and wonderful gamble

She Runs

How long will she run
Go – gushes through her veins
Not for fear or profit or circumstance
Save to establish her domain

She runs to purify the perfect
Of all its trivial acquisitions
To shame the pang of dissatisfaction
And banish expectation

How far will she run
Longevity is a gift
A gracious life nails the center in place
And never will she drift

She runs without a number
Without apology or plume
Speed – a liability
Sweat – the sweetest perfume