A Town Called Phenylalanine


Dedicated to J.R and P.S. (CCC)

He was a town that should
have come with a warning sign.
“Abandon all sanity, those
who enter here.”
Souls arriving but few departing.
He’d give them the key to the city
and his razor kisses.

Kisses that spoke of madness
on the confused mouths
of women lacking reason.
Always something thievish
in his eyes.

He was such a sweet talking void.
Yet, when you needed him,
he was never available for comment.
Still, if he moved backwards,
they would follow on their knees.

She passed through briefly
a few years back
and decided to return,
always enamored with the scenery.
Clytia, yearning for Apollo,
so sure the town she recalled
was heavenly.
Refusing to look
away from the sun.
Reciting some stupid
myth she had created.

When she arrived back
to where she was, she
found he had uprooted
and moved on.
flowers scattered everywhere.

Leaving behind hearts
and one stop streetlights
dangling from the wire.
His hat left on one of
his lover’s porches.
Now a fun house
of screams and horror.
Residue of tears, lingering,
stagnant in air of disillusionment

A lone dog wails in the

She stands godless.
Covered in numbness,
a few cherry blossoms
who’ve lost their cue
for timing, tragically,
drift by.

Lost and disillusioned.
Her detachment mask
slips to rage.
Her high heels do an
improvised voodoo dance
in dirt.
Trying to crush his name
before she becomes
part of the crumbling

-Tosha Michlle

My cover of Christina Perri”Jar Of Hearts” My talented father on electric guitar

“And who do you think you are?
Runnin’ ’round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You’re gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don’t come back for me
Who do you think you are?”


It’s All About The Fit


“And now a she-wolf came, that in her leanness / seemed racked with every kind of greediness / (how many people she has brought to grief!)” (Dante’s Inferno I 49-51).

Poet’s note- I’ve always preferred Roman mythology and the of story of Romulus.

“Double Breasted Seduction”

I like to loiter under the covers on nippy winter mornings and watch you get dressed
You look best in tailored suits. Stylish and sleek.
My crisp man with your neatly pressed long sleeve shirt
You’re putting on my favorite (periwinkle with a hint of purple flecks)
The sun winks its approval through the blinds.
The tree branches gossip with the sky, swaying to your beauty.
I feel every bit like the wolf Dante wrote about,
as I watch you slide into each sleeve
Popping each button, your eyes fixed on me.
I beckon you over, my knees on the bed.
Is your belt unbuckled?
My hands moves things along
tucking the hem of your shirt into your pants
slowly and playfully smoothing always the creases
enjoying the feel of you and the brush of luxury your clothes provide.
Pampering you, I tie your tie (Double Windsor knot)
Wishing I could tie up all your loose ends.
When you walk away to get your keys and wallet
I can’t help noticed how your trousers
caress your rear, hips, and thighs
Such a seductive covering, carnal captivation
You kiss me goodbye. Your fingers lighting fisting my hair.
Breathing my name in a sultry abbreviation.
Whispering sexy sentiments into my ear
All I can think of is tonight, I get to undo my crisp man
I can’t wait to uncover your double breasted seduction,
and dress you up in me.

-Tosha Michelle

Take Two


Infatuation such a futile thing
when the world is distorted
through a rose colored mist.
Blurred edges The landscape
formed through nostalgia’s lenses
Everything in soft focus.

Infatuation such a soulless thing
devoid of sovereign reason,
when the God you seek,
is an illusion..not to be believed,
in a heaven made of cardboard dreams
painted with muted time.

Chemical Warfare








Gasoline fueled lust

Battle of wills

Two sides

One winner

Dueling hard and fast

Methods of warfare







Her hands his shackles.

Her body his chains.

His tongue her downfall.

His eyes her weakness.

Swollen lips

Skin scratched.

Hair pulled.

Leaving marks

Licentious act

Gluttonous contortionist

Shove and pull

Liquefying ice

Breaking down walls

Control relinquished

The seduce becomes the seducer






Atomic bomb

Little death.

Brilliant end.

-Tosha Michelle

Orange Blossom Morning.

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She left on an orange blossom morning.

with a suitcase full of forget me nots

and a map of the stars.

trotting down an uncharted path.

Singing a tune.

she misplaced long ago.

Taken the bridge out of Eden.

over a river of forgotten dreams.

Seeking solace and shade

under a willow tree.

melting into spring green and new beginnings.

I Loved Him


I Loved Him.
by Tosha Michelle

I loved him once.
the boy with summer in his eyes.
I wanted to offer him the luster of asbestos
to stroke the flames of an autumn fire.
Instead I watched him fall.
into a bed of thorns.
Sharpen and ready.
waiting for the unwise.
He lay before me.
bleeding poison.
adorned in the pains and wounds
of a love untouched
a rosebud erased.



Cover me in your mesmerizing verse.

You words kiss my skin.

I’m lost in lyrical bliss.

Intoxicated by your rhyme.

Pulsating with your rhythm.

Recite your ballad between the chords of my legs.

Your anointed tongue

licks the core of my soul.

Stroking and coaxing my emotions.

Tangled up in the wildness of poetic expression.

I come undone.

-Tosha Michelle

Vengeful Moon.

253543_1163488105_largeAll that’s left is the echo of you.

I hear you in the wind

whispering to the trees

while the red bird flies

and love dies in the chill

The stars once bright

gaze down with dull eyes

The river flows faster

carrying with it regret

I lie in the grass.

where we shared our first kiss

and we spoke with white clover tongues

lyrical verses that burned in the sun

Our hearts were joined in a fiery bliss

Love grew but in the end

all that was left was bent, broken branches.

The sun set and the cold crept in

Blanketed in darkness.

I lost my muse to a vengeful moon

-Tosha Michelle

Soft Kisses and Coffee

sunrise-from-bedYou’re still asleep,

The sunlight illuminates your masculine grace

A sweet smile plays across your face.

Oh what a dream it must be.

Your body echoes

chords of a blissful reprieve.

I hate to wake you, but

dawn is here, and it’s time to rise.

Soft kisses and coffee in the early morning light.

-Tosha Michelle

Reminiscence Notes

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“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
Robert Browning

Nostalgia echoes

Chattering for the past.

I try to grasp the reminiscence notes.

The melody is bittersweet.

I dance with memories in my hallucinating solitude.

My scars are bare. A testament to what once was.

What could have been scratches and picks at them.

Bleeding for the remains of love, buried in a transcendent alcove.

The devils hide there taunting the mind.

Only satiate when I drown in grief

and choke on the ashes of yesterday.

-Tosha Michelle