Apocalyptic

A haunting melody plagues my dreams.

When I close my eyes at night I see what will ultimately erase the entire human race.

I open them to avoid its impending nature and enjoy the distractions of a hum drum life.

It's uncanny seeing such beautiful creatures dancing through life,while under the surface there lurks great fear.

I know what I must do.

Until then I can't help but wonder what my life would be like should it play out the way God intended.

God, Buddha, Allah.

They're no match for the crusader.

The one who will cause so much pain, but also take all the hurt away.

So I wait.

Wait for the Apocalypse.

Seeking shelter in my ignorance.

Pretending I matter.

Flower Child

I put that old French record on.

Back then I was just a girl.

Innocent and curious about sexuality.

Everything I learned about sex came from Brigitte Bardot and Nancy Sinatra.

Back then I was empowered by my fellow female road warriors.

The Shangri-Las kept me grounded in my relationships, but also helped me move on to bigger and better things.

My expectations rose the day my innocence was stolen in the back of a beat up van near a bonfire my girlfriends had thrown.

Virginity is a funny thing.

Most girls plan, worry and obsess over it, until it's gone.

I always felt indifferent.

It was just like most of the senior girls in the bathroom at school had described it.

The silver lining was that all of the power now belonged to me.

I was no longer the girl doing her make up like Nancy and Brigitte.

I had evolved into a sexual being with a curious agenda.

And the men who preyed on my fellow sisters would pay the price.

Old Familiar

We're both a little drunk.

I take hold of the sleeve of his jean jacket and bury my face in it.

He removes a Blondie pin from the lapel of his jacket and pins it on to my members only jacket. 

We steer down a cobblestone street, with no destination in mine. 

The moon is loud tonight.

He exhales a deep breath of smoke from a clove cigarette.

I dance in its scent as he throws an arm around my shoulder.

"You're so beautiful" he says to me.

I feel a tenseness in my chest.

My heart starts to pound as the wind blows across his freshly cut Ramones hair.

"I can't believe you're mine" he says again, taking hold of my hand.

I close my eyes and swim in his compliments.

He twirls me and pulls me toward him.

I remove the clove dangling from his lips.

When we kiss I feel my knees give out.

He catches me and pulls me closer.

Above us fireworks pop and sizzle. 

Voices scream and cheer around us, but neither of us pay them attention. 

The world moves at the speed of light around us, but together we are trapped in slow motion.

This must be what love feels like.