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She was that iron phoenix, rising like a storm conjured at the back of a blistered mind; torn by love, torn by hate, torn by a desolate night and an unrelenting sight; that mid-day sun, that starless sky, she was a morning dove’s cry; that mystery, that unrelenting history you could never quite recall, but in her eyes you… you saw it all; the dove, the crow, and the feast they’ll both sow, and the song that was sung the day their hearts were finally won, spun, out under that traveler’s… sun.


La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018

She Flew

she flew

Straight to you, and that southern star

She buried her heart like it was lightening in a jar

Out of nowhere, out of reach

She was the midnight child you could never quite… teach

Like sands, worn by that tidal force

She withstood them all, a painted horse

A solitary discourse

Full of nothing




Why…Like an arrow to its target

You were the mission she could never quite



Hell, even sublet


And that anticipated flood…

Why, it was always the venom in her blood

My turtle dove, my wilting rose…

Why, she flew to you

Like them two old


And you… why of course

You Arose

Like some goddamn sight to be seen

Like some goddamn uncommon thing


You shiny golden ring





La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018










This I Am

This I am

I left it in New Orleans, cursed by that relentless tide
Never to subside
I left it a crumpled mess, just like The Entry and all those
Relentless boys that… tried
Oh mama never said a girl would become as big as all those


Shied, like the devil who fell into a sideways grave
Oh how those days… just won’t behave, when they traipse ‘round
These holy grounds
Hollow… not holy… cuz I just keep trying to empty them
Of all we done
County Cork
Down that road, with that dark-and-fallow fork


Just us kids… not knowin just how shallow
The water really is
Or the depth of his reach
Nor the lessons
Those Quarters, and his ‘no-quarters’… preach
Or the demons they eventually…


Oh dark and troubled days
You’re the death that stalks my ways
And leaves them shudderin’
A shudderin’…


La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018


A Victory of Geometry


The travesty comes in the geometry of lives that never intersect

Never having a chance to dissect, all that makes them breathe

A travesty cast in shadows on unfamiliar streets

For she walks alone, like always

But he… he is the dancing fool, always making romance

With everything he sees


But it was the sorrow trapped within her heart

That propelled him from the start.


Down by the docks she stalks the night like a prowler

Always looking for a reward, always ambling sea-ward


Towards better days

A release from the endless malaise, and that hollow haze

Out into the ocean she goes… for she knows… there is no potion

That can ever erase the lessons of war

Or that final score

Still to be set

A life, that was the off-set, and there is no re-set,

And no contractual




And yet he looks sky-ward, west-ward, towards

That darkening night, and all of her mystery;

Until the sea… or he… has finally claimed…






La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018






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I roll the disappointment around my tongue…

Like yesterday’s milk left out in the sun

Oh how you reek of things never begun

A person who forgot how to be…





Fail me now you bitter thing

For you are as flimsy as the promises you sling


Because night has come to swallow you whole


For into that bottomless pit, you stole

Into that tiny little pinhole

You call life





I see it now

as clearly as if

I were









Remind me again…

That taste of your fear

Whenever life comes too near





And just so we are clear…


That fear


Was always








You bore me to death


For you are as bereft of color as that vintage pose

For I see in you now…

there was never anything to expose


No mystery


Beneath all that…





La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018

What Heart Is This


You beat like sunrise on a desert sky

You thrum like the endless ocean tide

You burn like autumn in a northern clime

And yet still you are not mine


Oh, detest me if you will

Tender heart for the pain I instill

Through this terrible dream

A nightmare as beautiful as any seen


Yet what heart is this

That still cannot resist

Forever’s fatal twist

Or fate’s ironic kiss


What heart is this

That ever-survives

Because a stranger

Lives and thrives



La Fée


© Odyne La Fée 2018









That Loyal Hound

Came like Sunday

Never thinkin’ you’d look my way

A someday that one day

I knew would never come


So I


Danced while people were watching


Sang like no one could hear


Because I


Fade into nothing whenever you weren’t near


So I


Held you in my heart

Right there from the very start

No strings

No tethers

No maybe someday will be better


Till one day…








 © SQP 2018

A Murdered Mime

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Today I sat with Kierkegaard and Tolstoy… Nietzsche was there too… as was Plath, and Woolf.  And just like we were all old friends we sat and talked over my afternoon tea and a contemplative smoke.  And together we wandered in the malaise that was, and is, life.  And I wondered at all the brilliance, despite the darkness that seemed to haunt every thought, as well as the darkness that lingered… despite the harsh afternoon sun.  And well… I saw then… all of them… the paths we had yet to wander, and the thoughts we had yet to ponder… and yet… in the seeing… was utterly devastated.  For I saw then, what I had ever-refused before, a path that led you not here, to my waiting door… oh, how I had thought… and in that surety knew… what our eager hearts would do.  But this… this bitter consideration was something new.  What then did my aged advisors tell me to do?  What conjure did they claim would ward-off this devastating blow?  Why… they were as dumb and as deaf as a murdered mime, and their words rang with the hollow bitterness of time.  But in their silence gave… a much-needed clue.


La Fée


 © Odyne La Fée 2018


It Should Burn

Cheers Blind Confusion by Joaquin Allen

It should burn, like a fire
A raging desire, as hot as any sun
It should consume, at a touch
It should feel like it’s nearly too much
Don’t stop
Never let it stop
Never let it stop
Once begun
It will drive you to new heights
And depths… oh the depths you will plumb
Ten thousand directions
And when you know… La Fée
You’ll know them all
As one

It should ache, like a famine
A toothache examined, and then reexamined
It should hurt, and throb, and drive you
To distraction
But give you traction
Compel you into… action
For the rapture
The seizure
You know follows the fever
Oh misbeliever,
What meager dreams
What petty schemes
Have you locked in at the seams?
When all along…
Just there…. at your fingertips…
An entire regime?


La Fée
© Odyne La Fée 2018



Come Again


Past has come again, like night haunts the day

“Turn”, I tell it, “please turn away”

Those days were never meant to stay


I was a prisoner, in a system that wrote

Words upon the sky

A slave, I never questioned why


But then came the night sky…

And oh… how he twinkled so bright

Like diamonds sprinkled into

My corner of hell

And so for him… a thousand demons I did fell…


But rise, and rise again, they come like

The jinn, with whispered dreams of things so sweet

And to my starving eyes they do look the treat

But death lies in their wake

And their thirst… will never slake

Until finally I break

An empty coffin

And an endless heartbreak


La Fée


 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018






That girl… she were a mimic

So slick make your head tick, make them digits click

And by-golly… that tongue they did… lick

Like Lolly

Till she was singin so sweet…


But don’t forget… the sweat of her meet

Ain’t just a candied… treat.


Piles and piles of what used to be

miles and miles

Of reems…

Of cotton-pickin’ dreams

Schemes you forgot weren’t exactly clean


So find yourself another mark

This one’s gone and stole the microphone

From the shark.


La Fée


 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018


I am not that

To the stars I’ve fallen a slave,
and that swath of Milky Way…
how it begs me now to stay.
Yet untethered…
untethered… I stray,

into the light that always betrays
my scars.
I’ve carried them all
so very far.

So let me rest my head
here for a while…
for I think I’ve forgotten
how to smile…


La Fée


 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018