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Plan B

Ophelia Drowning — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 19:38:16 +0000

with a sting of a needle
there is no forever
when the moment is clearly now

raised like blue brail
with a message to tell
of a thirst that that isn’t quite quenched

no use to panic
can’t erase this with magic
my motives are simple to spell

there’s always plan B

Ouija Board,

Ophelia Drowning — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 04:58:56 +0000

ouija board, ouija board….
would you work for me?
I have got to get through to an old friend…..
see, he has now gone….</strong>

flying 80 up the 99
a dry 91 whipping my tousled tresses
into an obedient pantomime of irreverent thoughts

I am the time traveler
tessering between
what was, is,
and will be

bouncing off of dusty hurricane clouds
between peach flavored orchard trees
and pungent bovine concentration camps

the narrators voice recounts a time gone by
locking childhood puzzle pieces neatly into place

the 11 year old remanences
her fabled slumber party game
she knows she’s not moving
her fingers to and fro
as Hasbro spells out what no one else could possibly know

and
my mind wanders
shallow pools of passing thoughts
innocent questions
all to frequently unanswered

my fingers are hers now
slowly gliding over compressed cardboard
calling all powers to speak of where the truth lays hidden

Can you tell me
is this the end?
can impressions still languish and linger?
silver band once worn on finger
does it spin on a key chain now?

and in a blink
unmistakable link
a Merryhill Shuttle
passes on my right

Could it be?
That’s….just….too…..strange…..odd….and perplexing….
but it’s summer!
too far from Santa Rosa!

Well, I guess life is full of little coincidences
such as these
never to be answered
talked out of within minutes of passing
all magic fully erased

but I know better
for they say it’s a dangerous game
not to be trifled with
this fortune teller
even when played
in the landscape of my wondering mind

the corner of my eye

Ophelia Drowning — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 17:20:00 +0000

a blur of baby blue bandana

16 and counting

Novocain

an audience of one

Ophelia Drowning — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 20:25:24 +0000

and you know who you are
don’tcha, babe?

not invited, but welcome all the same
grab a chair
prop up those tired dogs
throw your keys in that hand-thrown bowl
time to stay a while?

have a drink
grenadine?
chocolate stout?

what’s your poison?

some tea perhaps?
we’ll let it steep
while we chat
careful not to let it
turn bitter
the tea, that is

there’s a roast in the oven
vegan, of course
for
I’m not the hunting type

all this
wetting your appetite?

we’ll talk
of
is another’s girl’s
paradise

UNINTENTIONAL

Black, fading to a grey white

Ophelia Drowning — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:26:55 +0000

Unfinished

Amy, I can’t believe I feel you on this one.

“He left no time to regret.
kept his !@#* wet
with his same old safe bet
Me and my head held HIGH
and my tears dry
Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew
So FAR removed from all that we went through
and I tread a troubled track
my odds are stacked
I’ll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
and I’ll go back to…..”

NOT BLACK THIS TIME, HUN

no way, no how
my black’s lookin’ a little grey these days
and over the hill lies an Oak City filled with light
A spotlight of warming white new shades of …..
a FUTURE without BLACK

Dig deeper girl
*your man*
There’s more than meets the eye
read between the lines
and hear what isn’t being said

UNFINISHED

he's your cocaine

Ophelia Drowning — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 03:58:18 +0000

It’s back ……
That anxiety that comes with a feener’s need for a fix
fast

after months of a dry desert hiatus, I thought I’d vanquished that ~~bad~~ habit

then
just a little lemon yellow lit taste
dabbled with white daisies of promise
quenching a parched thirst

Wham!

cracks that need to be filled
drinks to be drunk
so drunk, so drunk
intoxicating dewy precipitation
rolling, rolling off the skin

“she’s a goner” I heard the paramedic sigh regretfully

Lord, give me the strength to change the things I need to change
Accept that which I cannot change
and a heavenly injection of SELF WILL for when I can no longer tell the difference between

now, SHUT UP because I’m busy

finding a new fix