She made love with her words
Strange as they were
Copse of estrangement in her hair
Bellowing synonyms from her eyes
Gasping
Gaping
Scraping
The bottom of her soul, it leaked havoc
She’s never
And always
And sometimes
Thinking… don’t worry, it’s not a problem.

She reflects more in one second, than a lifetime dreams in an instant… coffee
Her muse beckons
Her heart reckons
Anything goes

Contrite doesn’t live in this house anymore,
She’s all aglow.

She reaps of elation
Her fingertips sew creation
Apathy's Envy was the name of her laugh.

Agate as a crimson diamond, and it’s all around her.
Life, that is.

She partakes…tag your it.

so... what's Alpha The Great thinking these days?

New York, thorn in my side
New York, the bane of my existence.

And I thought, this is not me.

He spoke.
I joked.
New York poked fun at us all.
Cosmic grind, better than dancing.

And tonight, I used a lifeline.
Never.
New York, you owe me.
New York, your men are…
Help. I gotta get outta this place.


The game of me
The life of me
The point of me
And the Me Show was taking place again.

Maybe I don’t want to talk about past
Or present
Or future… maybe you should just talk.

Tell ME
Guide ME
Snide ME

But you didn’t
And I droned on and on and on and on and on
Then the night was over.

Let’s pretend I tip-toed through your garden, that’s what I did, I trampled on your green beans
I ate up all your carrots
I picked up stalks of celery.

No. The moments over.

But the tomatoes in your garden tasted sweet like… well you get the picture.

Or maybe your garden’s not ripe for plucking, yet.

I’ll run. I’ll gallivant. I’ll tango, on heads of lettuce the size of Post-it Notes
Sticky, like failure.

You see my point, don’t you? It’s at the end of this sentence.
Period.

... and tonight, the city was my analgesic, coat me in your splendor
I’m taken
Your streets never tasted so sweet…

She stumbled in, still half drunk from her late night rendezvous with Mr. Soandso… he calls again. You know, for a second there she wondered how she could ever leave this place. She wondered if any place on earth existed outside of New York (like that polka dot dress she saw in the window). For a moment she pondered sitting down on the beach, but the vacation in her mind was a bit more pleasant. You know she used to love to love. Now she loathes, she’s a man eater. Nothing is bliss. All is status quo. And she likes to pretend your interesting for just a moment as she sits beside you in the café, listening to you rattle on about this stock, or that fund. SHE DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT. She’s unchanging (like that old record she used to play).

So, for a second, you enthralled her, she led you to believe. For a minute, you captivated her smile. For an hour you bewildered her with your never-ending wit. Banter she throws, but remorse she shows. She despises you. And your fancy car, and your huge apartment overlooking that oh so cute coffee shop down the street with the big yellow door. You know she’s not into you, or your money, or your…she’s planning.

Captivate.

She’s a stranger (like you saw her in a dreamscape).

She hides…