tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52539282011-04-21T20:28:36.983-07:00arresting RUBYsee it through my eyes... I'm always lookingBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1139270952596487002006-02-06T16:05:00.000-08:002006-02-06T16:09:12.606-08:00EncounterI thought of you as I sped down the highwaywith my booty of shells on the dash.how you held my gaze steady for a good twelve secondsand teased me with the wildness in your eyes.foolish me, I slid down my car window as if to make me closer stillbut you turned and bounded away,BobcatBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1135381170330482562005-12-23T15:34:00.000-08:002005-12-23T15:39:30.340-08:00MondayI woke up with Britney Spears this morningI am not a fan of her musicbut I remember her flesh was very firm.This occurred to me as I was making soup,choosing lentils over dry peaschopping carrots,rememberingI am the flash of thigh,and the maiden's heart,and the lust in the old man's eye.I bought a chocolate bar when I stopped for gas laterrememberingthey're executing a man tonight.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1133414943988969512005-11-30T21:26:00.000-08:002005-11-30T21:29:03.996-08:00BIG MOON, HUGE FLASLIGHTSHINING UPON MY MID-LIFEGLISTENING IN YOUR BEDBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1081553328955659032004-04-09T16:28:00.000-07:002004-04-09T16:48:17.733-07:00* Distilling down my life into a small hard nugget Oops the squirrel runs away with me Lets See Lets see if I can balance my big sweet ass right along this razor sharp edge No? Well how about my hand In this paper shredder, or maybe what about that hot iron over there? Hold it against my face. Enough of this nonsense, this plane needs to be brought in safely. Signal it in.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1081230729246117362004-04-05T22:52:00.000-07:002005-11-30T22:04:12.396-08:00*Thank GodThe first glorious swoon of Spring is overand I can stop blushing and get some work done.Showering the barren earth with foodis not how you make things grow.Sometimes it’s best to stay out of the way,don’t block the sunand offer up only prayer.Venus been hanging out imprisoned with Mars too longGrowing lean,Going hungryIts bones against bonesIts bone on boneHands between barsgive her a Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1080878102791066742004-04-01T19:55:00.000-08:002005-11-30T22:10:44.606-08:00*homage to RumiCrazy Love-Fest of SpringIts spring and the world is in love with itself and you and I.See how it seduces uswith bouquets of pink trees and busy cupid, enlisting thousands of assistantsfor enthusiastic earthwho yearns for the affections of her suitor,the sun, smiles.Even the moon, a chronic romantic, Shines a deeper beam upon the water,his pearly face turned sideways.Do you hear Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1079135155765591442004-03-12T15:45:00.000-08:002004-03-12T15:53:00.623-08:00* UNREQUITED LOVE It’s just as well… For I would want more than a pound of flesh I would want to merge souls I would call out your name till it sang back And I would surrender until we could not discern your skin from mine I’d dance within that gleam of your eye Wild juxtapositions against the starlit sky And demand we laugh ourselves to complete Oblivion And if you were shy at moments, AsBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1078390586929747882004-03-04T00:56:00.000-08:002004-03-13T10:36:01.840-08:00+ Aquarium Sometimes I can see you floating underwater Red hair streaming around your face Cheeks blown up like a pufferfish, eyes open wide Hands upon the glass I know you see me too, Staring back, floating, holding my breath Waiting for that sheet of glass to shatter, if only for a brief moment Before it seals back up Walking With Buddha I was worrying. So I went walking with my Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1078217664256421012004-03-02T00:54:00.000-08:002004-03-13T10:25:23.060-08:00+ A Passing Motorist Shouted at Me Out His Window "God Only Gives Us So Many Breaths!" It leads me to wonder How many breaths do we get? Do we sign up before we drop in or pay for them as we go with good deeds, kind intentions Hoping that heavens keeping score Like the Catholic indulgences of my youth 7 hail Marys burn away 2 days of hell fire. I jog past the man with the bushy eyebrows whoBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1076879486258295742004-02-15T13:11:00.000-08:002004-04-06T10:56:38.793-07:00* I’ll VISIT YOUR ROOM I’ll visit your room after you’re gone and picture you packing The clothes organized in little piles radiating out around you as you make your final selection on what to leave behind. After a day or two, when I realize you’re really gone I’ll launder your sheets Take them warm from the dryer and carefully remake your bed tucking under smoothing out pulling up the Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1074285729853277332004-01-16T12:42:00.000-08:002004-04-06T10:58:12.983-07:00 BY BROOKE Z ERDMAN POWERS OFF The Power is off this morning Storm winds blew and Tangled wires crushed under the weight of an ancient tree The tapestry of white sounds has gone threadbare The hum of the hot tub motor, the refrigerator down the hall Even the birds are quiet on this blue and foggy dawn. I lie transfixed in my bed Held captive by the twisted sheets And the promise of Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1074285414450052562004-01-16T12:36:00.000-08:002004-02-15T13:16:33.543-08:00TOUCH OF O.C.D. I like 4 cuz it’s sturdy and stable and it makes me feel safe its not fast or flashy or dynamic which is fine because I can be those things especially if I feel safe and sure it’s not elegant or lean but that doesn’t matter because it’s solid and strong enough for me to stand on or lean up against and it’s boxy I can get inside it and hide if I need to now 7 is elegant and Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1074284830714966202004-01-16T12:27:00.000-08:002004-01-16T12:31:46.700-08:00HOW TO CAPTURE THE QUEEN Peel back the layers And reveal the soft underbelly Use only the sharpest of knives Bind her with silver threads Make the most of every move Observe the scars and speak of them often Banish her officers from the kingdom Occupy her mind with petty defenses Nourish her greatest insecurities Naturalize her discomfort Surround her with enemies Withhold payment Engage Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1073630883651111282004-01-08T22:48:00.000-08:002004-04-05T23:07:04.763-07:00* POEMS TO HYDROPLANE ON Some poems float up in the middle of the night Revealing themselves whole and fully formed And others I carefully compose like a dessert plate Or construct out of fallen timber The good, the bad And the foolish Poems that are rhythmic Poems that sing Poems that weep And poems that sing about weeping Fresh faced lasses carrying buckets of warm milk Or shady Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-10736305706480972004-01-08T22:42:00.000-08:002004-03-13T10:38:17.750-08:00GILDED She lacquers her doorway with a crimson pigment A mixture of lipstick and blood Her loves Small sacrifices That litter the stained stairs of the temple Find her beauty so fascinating That they are distracted From the words When she says “Hope you don’t mind I’ve taken your image Roughed it up Scarred it a little And dipped it in gold” They see themselves Gilded Up on aBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253928.post-1073630287740347092004-01-08T22:38:00.000-08:002004-02-15T13:23:32.950-08:00 BY BROOKE Z ERDMAN SHAKE HANDS WITH SORROW Shake hands with sorrow It's here to stay As fast as Mercury And as wise as Saturn It carries the weight of the world Make him your friend It's good to have friends in high places A trusted companion A loyal maidservant As constant as the ticking of time And when you are as bereft, as lonely as the supermarket shopping cart abandoned along the Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03990909897019703572noreply@blogger.com