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This is a selection from our archive of poetry, each written by a member of the diaTribe, and published here on the diaTribe Web by PM Productions. This is a bold move on the part of our contributing authors, each of whom are publishing their work gratis, each of whom you may contact via an email address following their respective submission. Support them by telling them what you think - or, at the very least, don't nick their stuff.

The Princess Of The Hill

She rises, long after dawn,
Much nearer to the noon sun
She stretches, displacing
Her cat and her dog

And then
To her cat and her dog
She makes condescending apologies
The only apologies she ever allows

She shuffles her naked frame
Toward the new edge of her new day
For there are messages to replay
And games to revise

And then
To her Krups coffee cups
For bitter black strength, sugar-weakened
The only weakness she ever allows

She pours bitter black strength
Into her Gram's timid china teacups
That she mockingly curses
For their functionless beauty

And then
She releases her cat and her dog
To prance and to spill impurities
The only impurities she ever allows

She checks her schedule
To slot the smiles she needs
To control her coy domination
Of those chosen for her morning

And then
She kneels to the phone
and bathes her court in audible smiles
The only court she ever allows

She sets aside a little time
To spend with her fading favorite flavor
Teasing his celibacy
And testing her own

And then
She struts out to meet
The man she intends to subdue
The only man she ever allows

She coverts with clever dialoque
On how she only wants to be friends
But a weekend away would be so lovely
Since they both know where she stands

And then
She wanders through her yard
Planning every upcoming discussion
The only discussion she ever allows

She plans her day to perfection
She works miracles in the mirror
She dons her short black skirt
Wth nothing underneath

And then
She's surprised by an unexpected call
From a memory who needs her back
The only need she ever allows

She firmly confirms finale
A bitter black strength, now undistilled
For her business is all her own
And he was just a passing select of scenery

And then
She cuts his tendrils once again
Tendrils she once had healed
The only healing she ever allows

She wraps and tags one more human heart
For her frigid freezer of 'friendship'
She thinks not at all
Of the pained face behind the freezing

And then
She dials to reconfirm her plans
For a lovely weekend away
The only love she ever allows

...by the founder of PM Productions, Barry Parham.
First published by the diaTribe - June 2001

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