“Praises From A Tenor Sax” by L. K. Thayer

like salt on a bloodsucker

recoiling, shriveling

paralyzed fits of punishing

pawnshop

reuniting

with the sell-out

the down and out

muck and mire choir

singing

praises from a tenor sax

and a song

you can’t let go of…

fill the loving cup

and drink it dry

try to stay away

but you can’t fight

the pull

of the taffy

you get stuck in the

sweetness

and you wanna

die happy

L. K. Thayer

Photograph by Milos J. Kohout

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“Angels In The Snow” by L. K. Thayer

Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away

Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long

Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown

Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand

Come out come out
Wherever you are

don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow

Then Angels will appear

Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle

I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday

Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow

Lisa Thayer – Mouth2Mouth

Music – myspace.com/lisathayermouth2mouth

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© 2011

“Madame Cafe” by L. K. Thayer

 

"Cupcake Cafe" by Nancy D. Regan

she no longer daydreamed
of sunsets
nor of a man on a white horse
nor of miracles
nor of dancing till dawn
nor tantrums
nor true confessions
nor her lover

she only imagined cities
who’s cafes she could write in
a table and chair she could
inhabit
with her pen and paper
scribble her thoughts down
drink a glass of wine
and let the rhymes take
her away

she would live her life
simply
by walking to the café
to her table and back
then walk from her table

home

to a solitary life, with her cats
and books and paintings
and poetry

she knew that this
was what she wanted
when she woke in
the morning
after brushing her hair
and feeding her cats
she would put on her shoes
roll down her socks
grab her pen and notebook
and walk down to
the café

she felt a warm feeling
of home
not at home

but within
herself

L. K. Thayer

Photo by Nancy D. Regan

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© 2010

“His Mermaid Dame” by L. K. Thayer

surrender inhibitions to the wind
my enigmatic lover coos
melting sealing wax on envelopes
what does one have to lose

a petal pusher of fine silk
quilting threads once quite bare
a blushing grape, a winery
squeezing all my wicked wares

he’s my tailor and my sailor
my ship and anchor too
I’ll set sail at once upon the sea
his mermaid dame to woo

a passion play of trickery
plunging into deep desires
bathing luxury of wryest wit
and red hot molten fires

be gone the dowdiness of blue
a shade I no longer care to wear
a citrus orange or tangerine
perhaps they’ll stop and stare

my reflection is a shining star
jumping off the pearly moon
gliding across the milky way
whistling a snappy tune

no longer in a sea of glib
a rainbow coat I’ll knit
if I can be your ever last
and you can be my grit

for lovers on a ship set sail
in passions murky waters
we’ll be on course for ever more
creating sons and daughters

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“BLACKBERRY HAIKU” by Alexis Rhone Fancher (Happy Birthday Alexis!!)



For Fancher
It was a hot day
I ate the cold blackberries.
you slept through it all.
I was hung over.
just a minor case of spins.
it fucked up my day.
you went bike riding.
then you came back here to sleep.
the berries beckoned.
I was working hard
& I stayed behind & wrote
hungover writing.
I’d suck you off if
you were wide awake right now
instead of sleeping.
I eat while you sleep.
Crime of opportunity.
I’d do it again.
I confess, okay?
I ate all the blackberries
& then you woke up.
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“Sundae” by L. K. Thayer

gasping, hot humid air
mind over matter heaves
when will the knock at the door
take my breath away

I peek through the shutters
uttering a sigh of madness
holding onto my silk cocoon
fluttering hearts and palpitating
eyelashes
dance the tango
of twisted canals in hotel lobbies
and cat’s pajamas

the thunder in my thighs readies
for it’s occupant, turning the bed sheets
down a notch
my jeans slide off my hips in a tangled bunch
waiting for my alter ego
my bedroom street smarts kick in
with baited libido

I uncork my inner monologue and hallelujah chorus
waiting for the dark horse
my stud, my mount, to come hither
Frankincense & Myrrh billow in the shabby room
scaring up romance
and cutting strings attached

no mercy for the wicked wench
who wets her appetite for Crème Brulee
whip cream
and a cherry
on top

L. K. Thayer

© 2009


“The Unfinished Line” by L. K. Thayer

Melancholy sand in the sleep eye of dawn,
restless wanderings in my mind as I envision thee
lying across my pillow, a tussle of hair against
your arms crossed.

Star crossed lovers catching not but one glimpse
except what lies upon the page. My thoughts churn
up magical rendezvous of bread and wine, of me
in white frills being taken at full force under the elms.

When will the missing puzzle be complete
When will my heart skip
When will we meet at last under a starry moon
embrace the flames of love that only time

can extinguish.

I ache for your lips upon my neck, sending shivers down
my legs, I take your salty flesh, tasting waves of your pleasure.
One call, one syllable, one murmur of your existence

knowing you are flesh and blood,
meeting my flesh and blood,

surging pulses race
across

the unfinished line.

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010

“Praises From A Tenor Sax” by L. K. Thayer

Photo of L. K. Thayer by Sandra Carlson

like salt on a bloodsucker
recoiling, shriveling
paralyzed fits of punishing
pawnshop

reuniting
with the sell-out
the down and out
muck and mire choir
singing
praises from a tenor sax
and a song
you can’t let go of

fill the loving cup
and drink it dry
try to stay away
but you can’t fight
the pull
of the taffy

you get stuck in the
sweetness
and you wanna
die
happy

L. K. Thayer
© 2010



“Mosaic Armor” by Judi Kaufman

Art from Judi's Art Show at Bridgid Coulter's Gallery, Santa Monica

I have become a
messenger for
brain cancer
casualties

as a poster child

I have
turned into a
hard shell

emails from around the world
from people with GBM
Glioblastoma
Stage IV

looking for hope
from me
“the safety woman”
and her experiences

an ethical dilemma
fragile hope

I am a moron
a messenger
with a
mosaic armor

glass beads that
usually break
maybe I am the one
with fragile hope

like
when I know
the tumor
will get

the best of them

Judi Kaufman

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© 2009