2017, Domina, notes, POETRY, thoughts

You say goodbye

You’ve got stars
moving across the sky,
a little too close
Forcing you
to open up your eyes,
That this was the moment
You had to say goodbye.

Broken dreams cower to the side
They could’ve conquered you,
But you let ’em go hide.
With all these things said
You must realize
That it’s time
you say goodbye.

She paces the floor
Screaming at you
Cause you won’t
give her money for more rock
And you know
It’s time you said goodbye.

The cigarette is snapped to the sky
It’s ember circling the eye
And she steps into the alley way
I reply
It’s time I said goodbye
Time to say goodbye.

1987, Domina, The Uncollected Poems



A gypsy girl stands before me.
A dark wave of sense
full dark eyes
which search me.

Clothed in shadows
her flesh recalls
the thrill of hunting wasps
on a raw hot tin roof.

Wasps gather around
clutching fingers
twisters on a gnat covered field.

I’m sorry, I’m wasted.
I can’t deal with this.
I’ll think about it in the morning,
when I wake up.

1996, Domina, POETRY

Meanie on Christmas Day

You lie beside me
with your arm over my chest.
I gently turn my head,
kissing you faintly upon the lips
trying not to wake you.
Your eyes slowly open,
Gazing at me through the mist.

Our friends called our apartment
“the House of Books’n’Cactus”
I had cacti everywhere,
in every room of the apartment,
every nook and cranny.
& where there weren’t cacti,
we had books.
Books in the pantry,
books in milk crates
stacked up against the wall;
books rising behind the doors
assembled title out;
books piled upon the desk,
on the couch,
in front of the couch
and the tv,
on the kitchen counter,
and the kitchen table
with a cactus on top.
There were books in the bathroom,
and a pile beside the bed,
on either side.

With the windows wide open,
the radiator heater hissed,
and the Christmas lights flickered,
basking our sweat soaked bodies
in their blinking glory.
Me, pharaoh like,

and you, my queen, on your side,
arm over my chest
and your mouth at my ear,
whispering into it,
such nasty stuff.
I couldn’t help but take my cold feet
and press ‘em against yours.

After the quick intake of air
which echoed through my eardrum,
came the word.
Then laughter,
so hard
I choke.
Suddenly, we embrace.
Bodies glued together with sweat
mouth to mouth
life to life
and a moan
which I said,
came up
from the depths of your stomache.
You’ve another idea;
I turn red as you tell me.

Domina, POETRY, Uncategorized


How many times have I waited
here at this spot
playing with the links in the chain
spinning it around
pulling it through the poles,
seeing how much I can pull to me.

Silently you kiss me
your breathe tastes of smoke and beer.
Can you really see the air?
You could be looking at nothing
but air.
This silence
this wondering
I fear the pain you are causing yourself.

How many times I’ve wanted to leave
let you come to this spot
like you do each day
and wait
for an hour a year
in your silence.

Domina, POETRY


Soft delicate hands
cover my eyes
goose bumps shiver
gentle lips press my ear
“guess who.”
the words tickle my ear.
I turn and press my lips against hers

“I was another person.”

I look down
a kiss
That’s not enough,…is it?
It’s all changed now.
Whatever I lost,
What ever I cried for
is not mine.
Those wild gentle eyes
can never be mine.

But they were within my reach.
Didn’t you see it?
Alright it’s true
nothing is ever enough;
images split truths
into empty liquor bottles
spread across the floor.

Sooner or later
we all must throw up
dreams to stain the sheets