A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
Gray (a poem)
Gray Swirling fog Twists of smoke Clouds of spreading ink Encircling me Effortless black Stretches in flowing rings Transient shadow pulses And weightless friction Blend with the infinite Ashen fiction Open wounds throbbing Along the sides Of my naked limbs And weathered face Crimson drifts around Warm as an embrace Inescapable as fate Further to … Continue reading Gray (a poem)
Deserving (a poem about love)
Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone but me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers. Really. I don’t want to say it is Anyone else’s fault, And society isn’t to blame. It’s not like I think “All women are this or that!” I mean, everyone has their Own circumstances and types. I’m surely … Continue reading Deserving (a poem about love)
Conversations – 1:1 to 1:6 (an exploration of form)
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
The Fear of Falling in Love (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
A warning to all Who fear falling in love And starting their plans to marry Just spend time with me You’ll find your mind changed And that these things aren’t so scary What’s that you say? “Content where you are?” Posh, when was your last adventure? Just take my hand Throw cautions to winds And … Continue reading The Fear of Falling in Love (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
Nevermind (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
What right have I To keep you in mind When I am not owed A tick of your time Should my heart not stir At the lilt of your voice When I never occur In the bed of your choice I will tuck it all away Pocket the emotion You will not have to say … Continue reading Nevermind (a poem for Valentine’s Day)
To 1-B (a poem about power)
The feeling is emboldening, Perhaps. It is as if . . . I have been a Pawn My whole life. Crossing straight through a board Not a care in the mind, Marching along to the orders, A system designed To force my expiry, And all of those like me. By our own hands, No … Continue reading To 1-B (a poem about power)
Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
