Scarlett Watters
extend the psyche to invade the mind
Poetry . . .
from this point on i am indefinable. . .
POETRY YRTEOP POETREE POE IT TREE POITTREE YRTEOP POETRY
by Scarlett Watters
Word of Mouth (Horsetooth Resevoir) the moonlit waters relinquish modesty of the muse to fall in deep unknowing reservoirs of feverish landscapes beneath and between burgeoning mountains in a waning season the reason this water rests in perpetual yearning
Chrysalis
a mysterious
circadian clock
embodied in beauty
ripples
in an upward
motion
where it is attached
by a thread,
like the spinal chord.
skin peels upward
in succinct and successive
undulations of
becoming
skin
the size
of fuzz
curled
at suspended
feet
to its Release
where it is politely
abandoned.
the pupa
Spins
in numerical
values
of flow
Supreme Laws of Nature:
circular
consecutive
commotion.
where opaque,
paper-like
skin
breaks,
to air out
fresh laundry
on a clothes line
for a breathless
second birth
in Flight
Modern Beauty
I am twenty years old.
My body should be perfect.
It is not.
I am fifty years old.
My body should be
perfect it is not.
I am twelve years old.
My body
should be perfect.
It is not.
Lust
holes in your brain
will undulate
when you lick
condensation
from my moist fingers
in sensual hunger
breathe and swallow
to become
frameless
Your mind is a city
where I sip
toxic waste
and people
evaporate
in puddles
that reflect
shards of skewed
perceptions
After I Left
you became
my out of focus friend
but I don’t linger
in negatives
you exist
in the graffiti
behind the mirror
Alex on Acid
I remember seeing ripples in a pond on a roof top somewhere.
Somewhere I remember seeing ripples in a pond on a roof top.
On a roof top somewhere, I remember seeing ripples in a pond
In a pond on a roof top, somewhere, I remember seeing ripples.
Seeing ripples in a pond on a roof top somewhere?
I remember.
