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Esteem Camouflage

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Transparent,
like chicken
on a windowpane.
She tries
to disguise
her soul-bruised
eyes.
Fighting
the twisting, raw
pain.
Sugar coating
herself
with desire.
To obstruct
the formidable
piercing.


Cascading Fear

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Exit now
It won't even matter
The door is open
yet blocked.
Small and
Unimportant
She sits
Alone
Beaten
Raped
Walked upon
Until the end.


Empty yet Filled

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Come
Enter the void.
That once was
my mind.
Frolick and play
in the red fields
and the gymnasiums
of my bruised soul.
Use my insanity
for your pleasure.
I've grown to accept
the waVes of the world.


Scandalous *itch

by

Heather Prudence Davis

On this tribute to Kurt Cobain day
The call is placed to implant
The massive resin of your guilty
Subconscious soul that you have
Yet to scrape away and place
In the incinerator.
And you haven't even realized
You're the only one you're fooling.


Waking Dream State

by

Heather Prudence Davis

He glanced up through the smoke
And smiled at her figure
Hunched over and lifeless.
And in his mind he ran
As far away from her as he could.
But his heart
Refused to budge.
He still wanted her.


Climactic Rush

by

Heather Prudence Davis

It's the end of the end
Or is it just the beginning
Spinning out of control
In this vortex
It is very difficult
To remember
Where one began.

The avalanche of feeling hit me I was buried and wanted nothing more than to breathe my heated sufferance through the snow and very gently against your eyelashes. Burn a hole of communication.
From me to you.


Tired Circles

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Staying up all night
Listening to the birds chirp
Watching the sky turn
Lighter and lighter
Until finally
The sun.
Filling the air with the
Scent of clove
It is time for sleeping
Only to begin
The same freakin' day
Over again.


Crashing

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Wiring insides
Knotted with glue
Writhing, shaking, sweltering
With malnourishment.
Swimming, floating, flying
With pelican wings.


Uneven Scales

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I wonderful what triggered today's
Slight collision with schizophrenia
SHE WAS GLARING RED
And the black
RED. BLACK.
If anyone had looked at her
They would've noticed the internal war.
The conflict between red and black
Emerging from behind her eyelids.
Powerless to the flooding yolk of her emotions.
She tries to walk as quietly as she can
In order to convince herself she can
Invisibly float on the ice.
She can see them but they can't see or
Hear her nervously shout hello
Otherwise they would shout it back.
Would they like to see me?
Or hear me?
Should I allow myself to be seen?
I may need to relocate
My entire operation
And drink some tea.


Inspiring Card Reading

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Use the sun
Push the gate
Into the pleasant side
Of your emotions.
Ride the purple pegasus
Into the next phase
All will be well.
Seize optimism, energy and joy
As it floats by.
You are reborn!
Hop onto the Wheel of Fortune
Visualize the continuum
Of life.
Nothing lasts forever.
Be aware of what
Your turn of fate is teaching you.
You have not yet become
The hanged camel.
Circle the problem
Take a look from the other side.
Do not fear the unconventional approach
Of which you are destined.


Sandwich of Smack

by

Heather Prudence Davis

She lifted the lawn chair
Over her head
And tossed it
Through the giant combos
Shaped like doughnuts
Pretty *u*king amazing
He woke up wet again
Called the ambulance
Jumped on his bike
And crashed down the stairs
Running around
On her head
She fell into
A man hole
Of snakes and jello
The parrot cried out
Look at the waves in the trees!
Smokin' fire hydrants!
And diggin' the blues!


Pain: The human condition

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Locked in the magnets
of his mind.
Positive
or negative.
Yet filling
the cherry flavored ashtray
with hatred.
Seething
out of the blackness
surrounded by blue.
Black lagoons yielding
to purple highways.
While autumn leaves
spring rains
and summer nights
are consumed with pain
for all mankind.


Soul Scraping

by

Heather Prudence Davis

It is time for sleep
For entering
A different world today
With vivid colors
and abstract form.
Joining the roots
of this week's soul.
Battling them
Shaking hands
Preparing for training
During the next week.
Anticipating
Next week's battle.


Arizona Dream

by

Heather Prudence Davis

My world is
full of dust.
Your eyes shine
through like
the moon.
Your heart beats
pure in a trance.
You skip around
Mailing sweet
Romance.


Over a Fresh Pint With a Creepy Lawyer

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Follies
of creation.
Simplicity
in eccentricity.
Awaiting
your arrival
I sit in
Wonderment
At the greenness
of Earth.
And it's spirits
Inhabited.


At Least I Have a Mind To Lose

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Where is this
gut wrenching
feeling of remorse
of total despair
and apathy
circling
one another
coming from?
Am I mourning?
Is my soul split?
Out roaming around
without me again?
Or is it my baby,
knocking?
Three years
this August.
Why did I do it?
Why am I
questioning now?
I need
Help.


Magical Colorful Worlds

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Crackling sailboats
Floating thru time
Paralzying palm trees
In yellow and green worlds.
Wizards are watching
And waiting
To steal
The sailboats souls
And transport them
Through three worlds
To the violet world
Where the wizards
Are rulers
And everything is magical.


False Hope

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Sparkling white monkeys
Running thru the water
Searching for
The red jewels.

Gleaming purple cats
Scavaging thru the fields
Searching for
The red jewels.

Frazzled blue hyenas
Hopping tree to tree
Searching for
The red jewels.

Bleeding colours
Washing the streets
Washing the world
Surrounded within
By the red jewels.


Another Pome About the Rain

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Sick fantasies
Broken dreams
Wash away
Wtih the rain.
Broken promises
Lies, Lies, Lies
Wash away
With the rain.
Faded memories
Of glory days
Wash away
With the rain.

Inspiration
and Hope
are sheltered
Between the rain.

Allow the rain
To pour down
over your hair
and your face.
FEEL IT.
Sliding down your back
Dancing on your breasts
And slithering down your thighs.

Jump up and Down!
SPLASH!
With your Toes!
Cleanse your soul
With the rain.


Hollow

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Carry the hideous
Red coffin
Down
Over the hill
And dispose of it.
Into the gully
Of used things.
(Along with my soul.)


Love 4 a Pumpkin

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Looking back
In the pumpkin lit
Sunlight
She catches a glimpse
Of irridescent laughter
Reflecting on the inside
Of her sunglasses.
And she giggles
The loudest, sweetest giggle
For her beloved pumpkin.


The Eye

by

Heather Prudence Davis

The wind
has finally
calmed.
The pages
no longer
blowing.
The sun
is shining.
Allowing
Unity.


Inadequate Daggers

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Daggers of inadequacy
Shooting towards me
Past me. Around me.
Trying to swallow me.
I am dodging them
as best I can.
It's a workout.
There are thousands of
Daggers and only
One of me.
I am much larger
and not nearly as sharp.
I hope it's only the
*uc*ing PMS!


Untitled

by

Heather Prudence Davis

My smoke will reach you that I'm sure of if anything.
Do you like it?
I wish you were here
Sitting in our comfortable silence.
C'mon over drink a beer listen to beck do some reading. There's no need for language only your presence. I miss you . How many millions of moons & fake saturdays & loves & walks & careers & candles & vehicles has it been anyway?
You were on the opposite side of the fabrik.
Since your return I have entered a state on
near constant discombobulation.

Now, I have some climbing to do.


COLORAL DIVERSITY

by

Heather Prudence Davis

REDgatheringsORANGEshowcasesYELLOWorigins
GREENalternativesBLUEbeerINDIGOfriendsVIOLET
connectionsREDbeliefsORANGEbabesYELLOWart
GREENtattoosBLUEpiercingsINDIGOmeaningVIOLET
coffee-housesREDopennessORANGEself-consciousnessYELLOWsharingGREENvibesBLUEsceneINDIGO
peaceVIOLETmoneyREDinstitutionsORANGEpoliticsYELLOWreligionsGREENtraditionsBLUEstimulationINDIGOoutrageousnessVIOLETseductionREDanxietyORANGEboredomYELLOWdetachmentGREENtwistsBLUEbourgeoisisINDIGOconsumptionVIOLETentertainmentREDleisureORANGEromanticsYELLOWfoolsGREENpsychiatristsBLUEactivistsINDIGOinfiltrationVIOLETdisruptionREDpoliceORANGEarrestsYELLOWburglariesGREEN
firebombingsBLUEcommitmentsINDIGOimaginations
VIOLETproductsREDideasORANGEpeopleYELLOW
generationsGREENassumptionsBLUEyuppiesINDIGOslackersREDboomersORANGEmediaYELLOWabandonmentGREENpurposeBLUEhelplessnessINDIGOwisdomVIOLETsophisticationREDfrailnessORANGEbodiesYELLOWstrugglesGREENshellsBLUEbeautyINDIGO
challengesVIOLETfutureREDshockORANGEcultureYELLOWprogramsGREENconceptsBLUEendorsementsINDIGOoriginalityVIOLETexperiencesREDjusticeORANGEpeaceYELLOWtalkGREENattitudeBLUEfreedomINDIGOlifeVIOLETprudence


Blossoming Growing Pains

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Simple tones
In a salmon stained world
Swimming beyond
Flesh colored darkness
To obtain purity

Galloping spirit
Time out of body
Soaring above
Misty clouds
Beyond existence

Winding tunnels
Sloping gravity
Sifting through clarity
Reflecting souls
Exchanging audible eyesight

Blushing experiences
Painting wild insecurities
Baffling exhaustions
Miscellaneous circumferences
Searching for realization.
5+4=9


sit and fly

by

Heather Prudence Davis

you can't stop me
you can try
but i will win
i am stronger than
the wind

my essence is floating
in and around
your knees
locking your mind
with a quiet breeze

you can't stop me
you can try
but i will win
i am stronger than
your sin

diving and gliding
through the brush
tripping
triiipppping
in a rush

you can't stop me
you can try
but i will win
i am stronger
with my wings.


girk

by

Heather Prudence Davis

groping hallucinations
are permanent reflections
of their hollow eyes

trailing me
perceiving the presence
in the center of my bakk

implanting impressions
mysterious impediments
in my mind

control is imminent
characteristic of blue blakk rage
in a psychic haze

devoted followers
he is their impious ruler
i am his obsession

with his anchor to my soul
there is no escaping
he is transcendental.


Shanghai Surprise

by

Heather Prudence Davis

he came to me
in a breeze
on a soft day
of september
carried by forces
beyond our control

he has come
to join my karass
traveling through
the muddy water
carried by forces
beyond our control

it's been five daze
since he called my name
a trillion
the time before
carried by forces
beyond our control

seventeen years i've searched
for you
he whispered
through the megaphone
and into my soul
he is my shanghai surprize.


Wikked Brothers

by

Heather Prudence Davis

spent the evening
with an old friend
named paranoia
he must be feeling
a little downcast
cuz he sure was
wikked to me.

trying to tell me
that i was crazy
completely off my rocker
said they were on their way
to pick me up
and carry me away
(ha ha hee hee blah blah)

yep sure 'nough
paranoia came
to visit today
said i was just
a little too happy
he came in like a cloud

with his evil talk
tying to tell me
he heard conversations
between my friends
saying they all hated me
couldn't stand me
were plotting
my elimination

i was flabbergasted
he arrived
completely uninvited
he came wafting thru
the crack in the door
laughing his flagitious laugh
speaking his hate-filled words

said he was down
at the pub last night
and guess who he saw
with a cuter little girl?
ow he's hoping
thinking i'll believe
my boyfriend is cheating on me!

(well, i've had enough of mr. paranoia
and his little trikks
i'm getting bored, not to mention
i need a burrito)

i thought i was lucky
there was a knock on the door
two visitors in one day!
who is it? i cheerfully called
wishing for someone
to drive this paranoia away!
JEALOUSY! HE BELLOWED!

paranoia gets excited
heeeeey jealousy
my brother, you made it
man, i need help
this chik ain't buyin' it
do somethin' fast
or we're out of a job!

NOW i've had enough
of the brothers amoral
kikking paranoia
and shoving jealousy
out of the door (al)
i took pleasure in screamin'
NOW GO CALL YER MOMMY!

(so that is my tale
of my evening
on saturday
i didn't let jealousy in
and i will never again)
and i kikked paranoia
out on my own!


3:00 A.M 7.11.98 O.W Ohio

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Hesitantly,
she steps through
the mirror.
Fearing,
yet embracing,
what she knows
she'll find.
Fighting the urge
to pound
the slippery wet rocks
of another's soul,
and beat them down.


Quirky Loser

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Slipping and sliding
In his own
Saturated sapppiness
He soon will die
When realization punches him
In the head
And heart.
Should he be forewarned?
I think not.
Let him die
Alone.
Selling the cheeze
to unsuspecting
volunteers.


Dredd at HRS

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Spanish fly-flopping Germans
Computing follies for Matilde
Coding circumstances
beyond specifics.
Scheduling callbacks
For Santa Clause
And the leprechauns.
There's the elevator
Laughing
Not interpreting
The libidos of clouds
And secretaries.
Nuclear rapists
making accomodations
for lamp coverage in public areas
emitting odors.
Recovering records
for the Pink Lady.
Nuclear Blankets covering
berzerko hostesses preventing
Confusion of holiday
anesthesia and social smoking.


Psilo

by

Heather Prudence Davis

nonexistent competition
with curiosity
or salty sexism

comfortable isthmus
psychic stalker
in another dimension

stereotypikkal sycophant
apprehensive of his propensity
for falling down the ladder

don't fear the erroneous one
don't smakk the felonious one
when ships are colliding

they are not your saviours
they are not your demons
you are theirs.

foolishly solitaire
awaiting acceptance
only gaining contempt

persistent desire
interior walls
accompanied with shivers

transparent observation
loathing silhouettes
interlaced with black

don't fear the erroneous one
don't smakk the felonious one
when ships are colliding

they are not your saviours
they are not your demons
you are theirs.


Talkin' Coyote

by

Heather Prudence Davis

walking through a
castle of dreams
searching for one
to call my own
i found you
wondering
wandering
alone.
you have found
your dream
in room 19
you say you know
where mine is
that you cannot
tell me
but you can support me,
help guide me.
taking my hand,
you lead me
into a dark abyss
of sweet smelling
lilac.


I Like You RAT

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Robert Allen Tucker:

All these smiling faces
staring at you
are really me when I visualize
your smiling eyes and taste the
breeze of your wonderfully
warm personality.
I am smiling when I
wake up and think of you and
smiling when I descend into my
little sleepy place with all my
clothes and electricity on and
my contacts sticking to
my eyes like glue as I am
clutching the phone between
my chin and shoulder with
all my might to bring you
closer to me.


Nine

by

Heather Prudence Davis

So much is lost
In the shadows
And the dark spots
Of my consciousness.
I could take anything
Turn it into your art
If only I had control
Over my selves.
The control to run
Wild and free
In my own playgrounds
Such as I did
When I was nine.


a break from hell

by

Heather Prudence Davis

pacing the floor wailing and waiting
for the new stabilizers to take effect
maybe i'll quit crying and get some rest.

thinking of how nice it must be
to begin freedom of me.
wishing it was as easy for me.

the simplicity in seeking someone new
hanging out, tenderly yet urgently kissing
neatly lying together throughout the night

if i could so conveniently escape myself
i would lie down with someone new
every day of the week.
all my faces could shine
one at a time.

i wanna burn it all up
beat it all down
turn everything black
it was never there
no weapon to hurt me with.


Rape of the Soul

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Hollowed out
Echoed words
Electric tongues
Flashing neon trains
Zapping blue
Lizards tails
Not frigid
Quite the opposite
Only frightened.
The words are out there
Sudden panic
Fear
Frustration
And pressure.
Constant fear, frustration
And pressure.
Finally succumb
Feel the evaporation
Of your soul.


Cradle

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Seething with animosity
Pondering each moment
Wondering where
The twists are
How many of them

Boredom with relationships
Lacking synergy
No comparison

There is no regression
That void
Is being spilled upon
And a new layer
Will begin
Its transcendance
Into life.

Considering what
The reasoning behind
Her presence is
She concludes
Once again
That the karass
Is in existence and
EVERYTHING HAPPENS
FOR A REASON.


Camp Estee Lauder

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Hello Mudder
Hello Fadder
Greetings from Camp
Estee Lauder

Make-ups great here
Hairstyles too
Stuck my finger
To my shoe
With nail glue

False Eyelashes
Buffed toenails
Shiny heels
Lusting males

Hello Mudder
Hello Fadder
Rescue me from
Camp Estee Lauder!


Test U're Karma

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Pick up the fruit out of the dumpster
As you walk by
Take it to the barber with you.
And have it attached to your head,
FRUITHEAD.

Be bop a da
Be bop a da

Hey fruithead!
Jump on a passing train
With a gorilla.
He won't eat you.
Or perhaps he will.


DSOL

by

Heather Prudence Davis

He was my pretty little
Hate machine.
Turning his hatred
Into love directed
Towards me.
With the drop of
A feather the love is
Regressed back into
Hatred.
Which is also
Pointed
Straight
Towards
Me.
He tried to be my
Keeper.
Just like they
All do.


Mutant Feelings

by

Heather Prudence Davis

If there were do overs in life
Or a tyme freezer
We could lie down next to each other
For one night.
Would we wish an eternity?
I feel your soft breath
Whispering up the back
Of my thighs.
If there were do overs
It would be possible
We could take it back
And not one would be
The wiser.
Let's just freeze tyme
Shut it down
Keep it to ourselves
For a while.
(They won't even notice.)
I think I would smother you with kisses like gravy over mashed potatoes nibble and savor the magical convectionary taste of your long fingers like a chik 0 stik swirl my tongue around your belly button like the tip of an ice cream cone lik your thighs like a popsikle your toes are tasty like popkorn i would devour your sensuality and give you mine in return.
If I burn a candle
And a nagchampa
Meditate sitting on your name
Will it bring your soul strangling eyes and
Haunting hands to me?
You have not yet arrived
Yet somehow thru my layers of smoke
You are here.
I can feel you over there
Maybe a mile away in your swimmin trunks
My smoke will reach you
That I'm sure of if anything.
Do you like it?
I wish you were here sitting in our comfortable silence
C'mon over drink a beer listen to beck do some reading. There's no need for language only your presence. I miss you. How many millions of moons and fake saturdays and loves and walks and careers and candles and vehicles has it been anyway?
You were on the opposite side of the fabrik
Since your return I have entered a tragik state
On near constant discombobulation.

Now, I have some climbing to do.


Flash Forward Back

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I saw you in my sleep
the other night.
You all 80's punked out
with yr ripped off sleeves
inside out black T
tapered jeans
and combat boots.
In the dead of winter
no coat on in the backseat
with vinyl seats.
Trying to look cool
for yr. new girlfriend
with black hair
and bleached stripe.
(You only wanted to hurt me.)


Drifting Turkey

by

Heather Prudence Davis

It happened again
on Thanksgiving Day
I lost my limbs
and began floating
down the stairs
with hands like ice
and a sponge for a brain.
Auto pilot kicked on
all feelings were gone.
Dad said something, poked me
my cue to giggle.
I chopped potatoes
by the sink.
All the while lying in
my white room with
a stuffed cat and a
bouquet of fresh lilacs.


The Dark Abyss

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Sometimes
whether in motion
or stillness
I just slip
and fall off
into negative land.
Then one slip
I noticed the impact
wasn't as adamant.
Stumbling to my feet
I gathered some senses
and brushed myself off
with less effort that time.
From then on, the quicker I
brushed myself off,
the less I even slipped.


Colossal Guide

by

Heather Prudence Davis

The silent one
sulking in the corner
of the minds, observes you.
See your feet,
the gateway to yr soul.
Understands your movements,
all your facades.
Assists you with her
free-flowing straight stream
of consciousness.
Peacefully guiding to your
spirituality while you sit in a
numb black haze trying to
hide from your thoughts
and feelings.


An Ex tension of My Self

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Your arm circles round me from wherever you are.
Your spirit tugs at the sagging corners of my mouth and stretches it into a perma-grin which makes me blush and lights my entire face up to my eyes.
Suddenly I am floating drowning in glowing bubbly giggles. People are staring at me, questioning my happiness. I am transported to a wave of your seafoam eyes which I ride all the way to my toes. I inhale a long satisfying sigh of pure tranquility.


U're a Fucker

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Pheremones fuck with me
Whoremoans fucks with me
My body fucks with me
Everything fucks with me
He fucks with me
She fucks with me
I fuck with me
Wouldn't you like to fuck
with me too?


The Eve of XMAS 1996

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Apple pie on my pants
Waves of naseau followed by
giddiness.
Gotta choke
mixing up 2 jokes.
Waiting for you to cut
She was pretty excited about it.
Fucking phonies clutting the world.
Screwed up body
Fucked up minds.
Wanna open presents
Need to dream
Chipped up nail polish
on my fingers.
Memories
of the day
and the next
after I put it on.
Anorexic looking models
Smoke this cigar
Get some dream time in.
In color.
Snow for Christmas.
Good night.


Used Up

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Standing alone
Surrounded by people
All used up inside.
Don't know how to love
Don't know how to hate.
Can't open up
All used up inside.
Wanna be me
Wanna be free.
Expression.
Fucking expression
Oh-the times they have changed.
Oh-the mind it has changed.
Which way to turn
Which way to express
or even hide.
Need to express
need to hide.
Wanna run
Wanna face shit.
Which way to go?
All used up inside.
December 1996


Empty War

by

Heather Prudence Davis

My soul has evaporated
into the clouds and is
travelling around the world
having the time of its life.

In the meantime, what am
I to do with this fucking
awful all consuming bodily rage?

My soul is gone and my mind and body
are at war.

I hope it returns soon.


Sho Flys

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I'm so lucky
to get to sit
between chomping
chewing popping jaws
and smakking lips
in my fat dress
trying to get drunk
and high
with my twitching
left eye.
All the while
probably coming close
to missing the band
I drove here to see.


Step 2

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Walking home alone
after witnessing you
play my songs.
The rain is light
and soft.
The music
is under my skin
deeper than
my infected esteem.
In this game
of magic
there is no greater proof
of different souls
dancing to different tunes
than a rock n roll show.
The machine
IS ALIVE
and intact.


Another Vat

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Suddenly
And only for today
I have slipped into
Another black hole.
My strenghth is battling
the negative setbacks
Yet more are hurled
at me in paranoic
solutions of negative
evil energies being thrown
Into my spirit.
The internal war continues
between red and black
Emerging like fire
From beneath my eyelids down through
my spine. My limbs
begin to fling with the
Flames shooting out
my fingertips.
I have burnt you
in your vat hatred
you gave to me.


Pinky Swearing

by

Heather Prudence Davis

My alien finger
I saw on my
Great Grandpa Pa
When he drank his tea
I was nine.
The pinky
Of our swear
Became freedom
Of a soul
The ability
To unlock doors
Overfilled with knowledge
Pouring out through
Our alien pinky souls.


Manic Mania

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Sitting at the counter
At Roots Restaurant
In Lancaster, Ohio
With a schoolteacher
From Columbuss
Movig to Athens
Worried about
Being single
In a small
College town
He may be
A little lonely
For awhile
With all his friends
In Columbus
Married,
with children.
I am hoping
He's not lonely
For too long.
I"m also hoping
This baked cod
Or memories of
his limp old man dick
jacking off in my car
Doesn't make me
Violently ill.


Dimensional Footsie

by

Heather Prudence Davis

There remains one
one who has touched me
Who still
Stands alone
Who has touched
only my heart
and soul.
Lying on my back
hands crossed
on my chest
I think of him
In blue halos of light.
We needed light in here
Anyhoo--
Excuse me,
I believe he has stolen my heart.
STOP THAT MAN!
Or should I
Consider it a barter
For the peace I feel
When I look into
Those soft brown eyes
And the sparkle
Causes my heart
To skip a beat.
I gasp for air
And giggle.
He dropped something
Along the way.
I'll be fne,
I'll drink a little wine.
-That craazy summa a 1997.


Two Aces & a King

by

Heather Prudence Davis

A hand passing me
a star through the clouds,
offering pure contentment
felicity, ecstasy.
As usual
it sounds too good to be true,
feels too good to be real.
A second hand issues creation,
invention, birth, family, origin.
The beginning of enterprises.
Money, Fortune, Inheritance.
Yet up ahead
lies a stout cloud of judgement
brimming with power, command, law
and militant intelligence.
(That isn't what I had in mind.)
My head is spinning.
Now I'm confused.
But soon,
I will know.


Static Statisticity

by

Heather Prudence Davis

(I'm floating)

I need to employ an army
in my head
to retrieve
all the parts of my soul
that are lost, hidden,
or locked away.

Who is inside of me?
Inside my cat?
My neighbors dog?
My favorite rock?
WHO ARE YOU,
rubbing my forehead,
pushing my pen?
Creating aches and pains
throughout my entire be-ing?

(BEING)
BE
ING
STATISTICS
STAT
IS
TICS
STATIC.

Sometimes I miss the tin foil
in the freezer.
And Leon.
A cowboy came
And took my Leon away.

The tin foil was my army.
The ink, my soul.


Need Creation!

by

Heather Prudence Davis

The heavy presence
Of this block,
This terrible weight
Must be chiselled out
Until it crumbles
And allows the light
To shine thru.
The thoughts to flow freely
All loose and lacking
support.


At Studio 35

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Smokeless and lying in
the corner
They all watched with
worry and remembrance
of the autumn evenings she
was so gracefully alive
playing little miss S
bouncing around the room
like a superball with a parachute.
What ever became of that beautiful,
all knowing, no fearing,
young little woman
so naturally mesmerizing?

Ex Ex
peri
ence

Experience caught her.
And humility grew.


Wranch Dressing

by

Heather Prudence Davis

In the pre-sents
of your fingers
(which I imagine
to be silky soft
smooth.)
My insides turn
I become drunk
obviously drunk
on the giddiness
of knowing
your willingness
anticipation
of placing
your gentle exonerate
magnetism flat up against
then mixing within
my colors while speaking
to me
with yr. git-tar.


Crashing

by

Heather Prudence Davis

RED WAVES
Is what I see
When I close my eyes
RED WAVES
Washing my world.
It's not my fault though
It's the stars
And my libido
Fucking with my mind.

(After a while you begin to
believe that you deserve the
lonely pain.
I do, anyway.)


This Old House

by

Heather Prudence Davis

(The house lacks positive emotional support)

I'm going through so much pain
Right here
Under the same roof.
Yet here I sit
Alone.
Because it's all mine
It's my pain.
At least I have that
to myself (selves).
I have my pain,
feelings of that bass,
and when he told me
I could sing.
And his opinion
Counts
Because I agree.


311 E. 18th

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I feel crazy
Quit my job
Rent due 1 week.
Bills due
NO MONEY.
Just wanna get high
And hibernate in my room
My crazy striped room
With my castle puzzle.
70 degrees.
4 days I shut myself in this room
Cringing at the sounds of all
my neighbors enjoying their lives.
Laughing
Shouting
Running Around.
YET HERE I SIT
Watching old movies
Working a castle puzzle
Smoking
And avoiding phone calls.
I tell people I'm depressed
Naturally, they don't wanna
hear it.
It makes people uncomfortable.
I swear
I don't even wanna do anything
Except die.
I can't even cry.
1 of my names is prudence.


Silent Speak

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I heard you breathe my name
the other night.
Dripping with sweat,
I saw you remember it.
Eyes filled with wonderment
Of where I came from,
and where I'm at.
I feel you near me. Thinking about me.
Your arms flow around me with a breeze.
And that warm schizophrenic feeling returns.
The October Air. The October SKY And The
Man In The MOON.


Maximum Strength

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Lying on the couch
attempting to devoid
herself of senses
the scenes and conversations
of the previous evening
flash before her.
She is humiliated
by her actions,
and her behaviour.
OOOHHHH!
A knock on her ear!
Hello!
HEY Rummen Coke,
how are ya?
Merry Jane,
Heeeeey...
Well, uh, hey
Robbi Tussin
HOW YOU DOIN'?
?????????????


Dungeon Life

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Cold and alone and confused
with an overwhelming sense
of deja vu.
Residing in an upside down world.
Possibly belonging to someone else,
or you.
From a long time ago.

(HE IS SATAN
AND HE'LL ALWAYS BE WITH ME
BURNING MY ASS
AND LAUGHING...)


Sizzzzle

by

Heather Prudence Davis

how many times do you have to burn yourself on her blazing red skin before you learn that fire is hot and she'll burn you every time?


UNDENIABLE SENSES

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I HAVE NOTHING
TO VANISH
THE NAUSEAU
SPINNING OF
HOT PARANOID
RAGE. EVERY
SOUND PROVOKES
IT. THE CRACKS
AND THE LONELY
SOULS ON THE
INTERNET ON
FRIDAY NIGHT.
THE IRONY
AND THE SIGHT.
THE INSTANT FLASH
OF THAT FACE
WITH BLONDE 80'S HAIR
AND THAT LAUGH....


Green Wool

by

Heather Prudence Davis

There are no live bodies with me tonight
who understand my yearly tribute ritual.
This may be the best year
for me, thus far away the seven years.
My sweater has made its way,
returned to me.
Carrying hints of wear abouts all
wrapped in warm sweet loving
forgiveness.
No longer longing to,
I see dead fish eyes.
They're everywhere, supporting me.
Gazing through and pulling towards.
I AM thankful to have an anchoar
in the endless SEE.
For I know our souls
will forever be
entwined.


Majestic Magenta

by

Heather Prudence Davis

He heard me talking
Coked up
and drunk
and decided the best way
for him to deal
was by mocking me.
I've no family.
They aren't my
family.
They never will be.
I'll never have one
I don't belong.


??? ??? ???

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I wish I had the ability
to distinguish fact
from fiction.
Where HAS Reality gone
and have we ever met?
Do I have a brain?
A dream?
A passion?


Stretch Without Rest

by

Heather Prudence Davis

prudence davis,
a friend in need is a friend indeed.
why?
what does this statement actually mean?
oh well, it doesn't matter anyway
not now.
my day is going really well
i got up at 6:45
went to work
had a great day
(despite lacking sleep)
walked home listenin'
to Modest Mouse
(they're coming in 2 wks to the Newport)
(i just looked at the clock, it's 1:23)
stopped at a yard sale
found a blow-dryer
and a Paul Bresee's exciting
adult game from 1962
for $1.00 each
but i din't get those
at the initial stop
i just had to have
this wonderful little
silent printing
Canon Typestar 6
i only had $27 to live on
for 4 days
but i said screw it
when i arrive home
waiting in the mailbox
for me was a paycheck
from 3 months ago from Elevator
and also a coupla
little treats from
my little sister.
went to family dollar
for batteries
then back
to the yard sale
for my blow dryer
and game
(the exciting adult game)
(it's only a drinking game)
(where's your mind?)
then i got to
get high for free
with marcella
(who is a big
fan of my photo-graphy.)
now i'm home
listening
to Building Something
Out of Nothing
which is exactly what
I'M trying to do.
all while wearing
my favorite blue shirt
and huge ass
cargo pants
and my brand new shoes.
i'm gonna work
on my picture frame now.


Waves of Souls

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I can't even decipher
All the dead fish eye googlies
You are carefully tossing me.
I am finding it impossible
to overlook the numerous
coincidences of our similiarities
and how they've maneuvered
their way into the fabrik
of our daily being.
I can't get you off my mind
You are always with me
By my side.
I can't help but feel a
certain amount of reciprocation.
Those eyes. The longness of your body.
The beautiful magnetic colors
You embrace me with almost
every time we meet.
Thoughts of the past keep
creepy crawling their way
into my head.
Making my stomach turn.
I picture those eyes again.
I can feel you arrive
A sudden light peace
comes over me.
And for the few
brief moments we spend
together at a time,
I am happy and worry free.


America's New (?) War

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Horrible inhumane acts of violence
Stemmed from ignorance and greed
are sill occurring on a larger scale
in my country and many others.
We took our freedom for granted,
like so many other things in our lives.
Will you accept this as a learning experience?
An example? A warning from the super-being
you believe in?
I hope the tolerant, humble peacefulness
I FINALLY FEEL IN THIS CITY
is felt across the nation,
and the world.
I plead that it continues to weave its way
through the fabrik of our daily lives.
We, the people, perhaps it is time to stand
and remain together!
Unity is all that can save us.


Swamp

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I am having another
of those
crackhead crazy
come down off of
nerve pills daze.
Emotional yet w/
some kind of
fantastic ability
to give positive
loving vibes of
beautiful white light
energy to those
who may need it.
I wish I could
give some to myself.
I'm not feeling it
from anyone else.
Around, that is.
My soul group heroes
ill always be there
for me.
Keeping me at least
floating.
Just slightly above
but mostly muddy.


4 Little Letters, So Much Chaos

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I got all this pain
locked rock hard
in my chest.
I'm wondering when
and how
it will be released.
Maybe I'm not
trying hard enough.
I'm afraid to try too hard
and that's my first mistake.
F E A R.
And all those mutherfuckers
riding around, strutting around
"sporting" NO FEAR Logos
don't even comprehend
and chances are
have more F E A R than
you or I.


4 Little Letters, So Much Chaos

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I got all this pain
locked rock hard
in my chest.
I'm wondering when
and how
it will be released.
Maybe I'm not
trying hard enough.
I'm afraid to try too hard
and that's my first mistake.
F E A R.
And all those mutherfuckers
riding around, strutting around
"sporting" NO FEAR Logos
don't even comprehend
and chances are
have more F E A R than
you or I.


Demand Presentation

by

Heather Prudence Davis

When the two of you returned from the run both empty
handed and smelling of sweet victory revenge sex
I knew the bitch would burn.
Her husband said "Oh, not again. Out of state?" as
she smiled that wicked smile and handed her daughter
a gumball.
You both disappeared upstairs again.
I found you lying on your stomach looking
at her barbie dolls.
I said "Hey, let's go, your brother is in town,
and I want to see him".
SHE replied with "We were waitin' on a 5th" and spread
herself in front of you.
"I'm taking your car to go find your bro'!"
SHE said SHE would walk you home after the
graduation party.
Ripped, I could hold my blaze back no longer!
I punched you in the head and stomach,
while you doubled up to block the shots,
I picked you up and tossed you in the tin can,
threw the lid on and started kicking it against
the wall.
The reaction I received from her was
hot grease hurled across the room at me and this
hideous laughter, her face frozen and mask-like.
As I did not retreat or appear frightened,
it became more exaggerated.
I will not beg for mercy when I carry
the knowledge that any second, the opposite corner
of the room would be aflame and I, the only survivor.
When my halo is stolen, smashed to pieces, burnt,
you should not attempt to do me further harm.
My wrath is imminent.
My projectors are pure white light and they will
banish yours before they realize
they are needed.
My orchestra plays on in their white gowns with your
brother, the conductor, and his purple shadows filled the buildings and the air between the skyscrapers.
As the mobile races by......


Eddie

by

Heather Prudence Davis

It's been so long
since I've taken the time
allowed your words
to enter my stream
of consciousness.
Almost 10 yrs. ago
i say you, and began
my unknown grudge
for what reasons,
i fear i may never know.
Your words still touch me,
some of them For Me
and i think about our past
will i Ever remember it?
Are you still the Asshole
I think you are?


Twosdey

by

Heather Prudence Davis

When the bathroom floor
turns to insects and anarchy
I feel like a super being voyeur
of the Earth.
I'll be O.K.
Just a couple more daze,
a few lost pounds.
But still a hippo
chasing her lost penguin.


Crazy Phil

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I hear the crazy guy
across the street
Shouting, hollering, screaming.
I look out my window
he is pacing.
Back and forth.
Back and forth,
in his yard.
His rantings,
unrecognizable.
Now singing
"I'll stink up
the neighborhood.
I'll stink up yr mall
I'll stink up yr car."
Sometimes it makes me feel
a little sad.
I want to help him.
Maybe he's so intelligent
It drove him mad!
MAD I TELL YOU!


Cubed In

by

Heather Prudence Davis

No creativity
is flowing
from my
nerve endings
to my fingertips
right now.
"They" have
set up a block.
Put out an APB
on my creativity.
Please, return it to me!


Arlington Marathon

by

Heather Prudence Davis

The fuckheads can't spell FRONT
spell it with a U
like this, FRUNT
spell COPY with an e
like this, COPE, see?
and not on purpose.
If they didn't poke so much
fun at those
different than them,
tolerance would come easier.
They are prejudiced mutherfuckers
who aren't aware
of their own ignorance.
I am trying to teach
myself, and i didn't
have patience to work
with them.
That lady sure is nice.
The men couldn't even
tell the difference between
a dress and a skirt.
They Can however, have credit
for fearing my ice AND fire.
heh eh heh heh


Being Dust on the Fabrik

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Without my medication
i am floating around
in a fog not having
time or capabilities
to think before i react.
I am a puppet on
a string with no clues
as to who the puppeteer
may be this time.
Who is it and are
"they" aware of the power?
Some crazy connection?
I am seeing things again
before they happen.
They are minor things
that aren't quite adding
up the some of one.
I wish these damp
intuitions of being
pulled by strings
in the collegiate gas mask
riding the horse
but only for a few moments
would evaporate with the
flatulence i just left on
the sofa for you.
The 8 ball is a bitch
who won't give me
a straight fucking answer.
There aren't too many
straight answers.
But i am confident
my karass
and my friends
of many lives ago
will support me
catch me if i fall
and mend my
broken wings.
I am meant to fly.


en oh tee aCHe eye en gee

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I'm going to go home
Look in the phone book
under N o t h i n g.
If there is
such a last name,
I will call and
propose marriage to ANYONE
who's willing.
Then my full name
could be
Heather Prudence Nothing.


Love Is What We Need

by

Heather Prudence Davis

So it's been confirmed
my bi-polar disorder,
and possibly a
couple of cousins.
It's not quite accepted by myself
or my family
(except my sister, who is embarassed).
I need a past life regression,
not pills.
I refuse your medication,
your traditional methods
of only masking the symptoms
not getting to the roots.
I am very lucky
to have such a beautiful
soul group for a family.
I have to pitch in
and do my share.
They're not just here
for me.
I must do all I can
to help as much as possible.
Makes me think of a
line from a
Modest Mouse song
"I could HAVE told you all
that I love you"
Perhaps we should all
tell each other we love
each other.
Sometimes we do.


Springtime Demons

by

Heather Prudence Davis

The devil is back
The devil is back
On my shoulder
Between my blades
Requesting more
of my soul.
Cutting me bare
with his blade.
And Rob Lowe
shit on your back.
I am naked with
anorexia paranoia
multi-delusional fantasia.
But soon I will
sprout wings
and fly away
with a castle mountain
Breeze.


My Soul Resides in a Mountain

by

Heather Prudence Davis

In the breezy
Chamber
He calls
His head
I'll remember
What he said,
And how.
It was a
rather salty
Breeze
He blew into
My gaping
Bleeding
Soul.

I ran
To my castle
In Montana.
With my thousands
of lonely husbands.
Who have
raped and scraped
my soul.
And given me
The gift
Of
A bowlful
Of ice
To use for
my eyes.
To numb
the pain.
The gift of
His pain.
(Fucker)


Soul Mate

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Someday I will create
And it will all fall
Into place.
The corner
and a few pieces
of the center
On the day
He enters
It will all be
waiting
Anticipating
His arrival
With a posie
And a box of
Acceptance.


In Search Of

by

Heather Prudence Davis

One of these nights
after spending time with you,
I am going to show up
on your doorstep crying,
stumbling into your
wide open accepting arms.
You are already awaiting this,
I know.
I miss you so much
and the peace I feel
in your presence.
Please, put an end to thy torture!
Come, get me!
I will love you forever,
I already have.
I love you.
Think away, think away, think away...


Joone

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Not wanting to exist
Finding no escape,
No perfect solution.
Wish my uterus
and the wild man
with crazy eyes
would leave.
I came here
to be alone,
away from people.
This way,
I can pretend
that I'm alone
by choice.
Am I dead yet?
AM I
DEAD
YET?


Nuthin'

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Wish I was never born.
I should be living
in the spirit world
completely.
No like this.
Not half & 1/2.
Someday someone will care.
I can feel it in the air.
I'm not so bad,
just need help
raisin' mahself.
I don't ever want to
be alive again.
(Deep down, I know
these feelings
aren't true.)


Soulfull Friend

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I am constantly
allowing myself
to be disappointed
by others.
I have just read
The Celestine Prophecy
and am listening
to Sonic Youth, Sister.
I always start writing
when this song
comes on.
It's crazy.
Where the fuck is HE?
Every other night...
But when
he needs to be.
Is this his way out?
No.
He doesn't want.
The connection too strong.
We will forever be
Entwined.


Voices In My Head (I'm Trying to Sleep)

by

Heather Prudence Davis

With the release
of each worry, fear
frustration or
feeling of guilt,
there is a massive
HOLE.
Filled with white light,
Lite Light,
Love.
Release All of These
Destructive Forces
One By One
and You Will Gain
the Ability to
F L O A T.
Here on Earth,
in your physical state,
towards Heaven.
You Could Reside
in Heaven on Earth
as Opposed to that
Murky, Oppressive
Hell on Earth.
Wouldn't that make
for a nice change?


(4:30 a.m) Wide Awake

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Sometimes
in the mornings
when I wake up
in the kitchen
with my clothes
hanging overrrr
the cupboard doors,
I'm wonderin'
why I'm covered
with hair and living
next to the Moors.
I smell banana muffins
and a sweet roast blend
of coffee.
There is someone else
alive and stirring
all about the building.
The fan is blowing roaches
and I feel like
smokin' 'em all.


A Good Day

by

Heather Prudence Davis

Your revenge side
may be fun, for now.
Eventually it will
catch up
and heart ache with
a Long Dark Soul Search
Shoul follow.
I got my brother
to play the bass
because I saw in his
eyes and felt in his
colors that it belonged
to him...
I made peace
and friends(?) with
a woman I THOUGHT
I despised.
And I FEEL
Good Today.