I love her...
She's tender and sensitive
and she understands
my feelings, my hopes and my dreams.
I realize
that my relationship with her
is difficult for you to understand,
but if you could only accept and acknowledge
that I'm your daughter
then hopefully...we could focus on our relationship..
and the fact that I'm gay
would no longer be of importance.

My Heart Simply Knows

I have no reasons
I have no whys
My heart simply knows
Without a doubt
I love you.

The Poet

On the age of disaster
on the brink of sanity
stands the strong yet fragile figure
called the poet.
In the land of famine
on a field parched and barren
stands a figure
overfed
overweighted
by the insight and sensitivity
she has toward the fine invisible line
of insanity.
The madwoman
the dreamer
the believer of a world
that is unbelievable
The poet

copyright Q 2002

Chasing Rainbows

She had been chasing rainbows
In outer space
From their bedroom window
The last minute before Love was lost forever
Before she first began to die
With Fred Ester dancing through the streets,
Celluloid lie
To the cinemascopic mind.
We were splitting cats, dogs
And telephone bills,
On my lips a wanton smile
Slipping slily through Bloody Mary vapours
And a veil of fading Marlboros.
He said "I'll miss you"
I shrugged, couldn't
Wouldn't.
Happy,
Apparently.
You see, I was chasing rainbows, too
He said "I love you"
I collected the dogs and fifty percent of my telephone bills
And left, without saying another word,
Happy,
Definitely,
The first night I last looked at the world
Through a technicoloured filter.
It's not too hard to chase rainbows at night
If you don't follow the rest of the world.
But from their bedroom window she only got the bird's eye view
So she left and walked along Newland Avenue
An hour after Love had been lost forever
With Fred Ester still dancing through monochromatic crowds.
The dogs wagged their tails
But who would wag the dogs?
I was lost in space
Drifting,
Floating in Paradise through my cinemascopic mind
Suspended in the grey November sky,
Spilling telephone bills down onto the walkway,
After all I was chasing rainbows the way cats were chasing dogs,
In a world the wrong way round.
With rose petals shed across her pillow,
She too was chasing something
In the moist November air,
Found it the first hour after Love was lost forever
Over the rooftop of Michael Angelo's
Through paper rain and dogtail wagging,
The last time before we first looked at a technicoloured world
Through a bright pink filter.
That was the night Fred Ester decided to sing of rainbows
Amongst monochromatic crowds,
The last time Love was lost,
The first it would live forever.

Copyright Jessica Feiereisen 2001