mayo : Writing

lips

lips

A Poem by mayo


your lips are cushions (pillows) that I find perfect for my right-now-can’t-wait night needs the voice that purrs out always a whispe..
The Second Chance Bookstore

The Second Chance Bookstore

A Poem by mayo


Charlie sits at the front counter waiting for some one-day thief to walk in and steal shelves filled with musty books in a backpack or shoppi..
11:00 a.m.

11:00 a.m.

A Poem by mayo


miles davis (gently) on my cheap cd player my apartment waiting, waiting for a vacuum broom mop grown kids waiting for a free lunch of Japane..
there was a day when grass bled

there was a day when grass bled

A Poem by mayo


there was a day when grass bled and clouds fell to their knees. a cough from an elm tree sang like bitter dreams. I stole a silent gasp and w..
gifts

gifts

A Poem by mayo


moon moths, moon flowers, blue moons, butterheads, pigeons, poetry, modigliani, the circus, geology, astronomy, philosophy,..
the periapt

the periapt

A Poem by mayo


the periapt shaped like a silent prayer dangled between heavy breasts. cancer and teen boys were wearing it thin.
the bones

the bones

A Poem by mayo


when she was little and the ladies worried over her not-yet-well-enough ..
the 2:15 appointment

the 2:15 appointment

A Poem by mayo


side by side on sticky vinyl chairs we face a therapist who I can’t help but notice is half my age her breasts still perky her face accut..
the sequined gown

the sequined gown

A Poem by mayo


there was a time when my thighs stretched over the neck of an elephant and my knuckles bled nightly. my lover swallowed pointed words as my mo..