Friday, July 18, 2014

Haiku Mothership

children wanted her
the men in her life did not
oh sweet mom of mine

she had no babies
souls of cats inhabiting 
her empty sad womb

having slept on moss
faeries stole her dreams of birth
stuck in neverland

the winter orange tree
lives on in spanish courtyards 
viva la crueldad

rhythms were stolen
miscarriages, misplaced years
broken heart tempos

jazz is like physics
or improbability theory 
playing nice