| Freedom at Heart "Where are we going baby?" He asks. I don't know the answer, I stopped asking a long time ago. I'm mostly roller-coaster, Speed Racer a girl of the mind. Zip- Zip, don't stay too long. Take a break, please don't ask the driver the heart knows nothing about travel. It beats having to pack up to make the connection in treacherous times better to sit back, count trains, not watch the clock. There's always bound to be a glitch. When you finally reach the golden destination expectation taints, makes you tired, you can't unpack your bags. This is known as baggage. "Nowhere, baby." I say. "We've got nowhere to go." ©MK Chavez 2007 |
| Whom Gods Destroy: Star Trek Episode 69, Before Everything Changed Star Trek love at seven years old my father and me sitting in the dark the mystery of the universe still fresh. Orion Slave girl, green-skinned and dangerous my father's eyes on the television screen me at his feet. The gold coins doing a shimmy on her hips. A little girl with a woman in her heart waiting to be seen, getting up and doing the only thing that she could do. Painting her self green and begging her father to watch her dance. (Previously published in the chapbook "Virgin Eyes") ©MK Chavez 2007 |
| Combustion It's tricky but it can be done. The magnifying glass and the sun at just the right angle can start a fire that eventually burns out of control. You spoke freely. I've noticed the pain that words cause you. "Hold me." You said "Swallow me whole." You Said I said, "Yes." I reached for you and you ran. Mouth and fingers on fire. (Previously published in the chapbook "Virgin Eyes") ©MK Chavez 2007 |
