feelingfunnycatfish in a fish farm
staring at the sky
to dream about the sea
Tommb-landDigging the trenches
we carved mausoleums
and soon filled them up.
BryantHe doesn't appreciate poetry.
Read from beginning to end w/ 22
interruptions for conversation;
it was only 9 lines long.
He appreciates me.
Deep Sea DivingA distant red dwarf--
the scales of a koi flashing
through an oil-spill sky.
i plucked an old curse
from my lungs
it was better off
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
A ThoughtThe best art is made
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
silvertongueCimmerian child with a rainy smile
pluvial lips purring
enchanting listeners till
more than human reaching
her red herring tongue
turning air in her lungs into spells
sore throatlaying next to you
wondering who is sicker,
who loves who the most
lonelinessi am not Bukowski’s junkyard, but i am filled
with white-knuckled fear and petty excuses.
there is no room between the piss-stained
carpet and cockroach-infested refrigerator.
Eclipsing the RainRibbons of raindrops
caught in the headlight's glare; stars
breathe their wishes here.
skip nothing but sunlight
this summer evening.
the endit's funny
how people always say
as if that's it—
as if an even worse feeling
doesn't come after.
STRAYI saw a hole in the sky tonight
The moon rode in the center
A smokey darkness outside
The warm eye of time saw me
I wasn't lacking, I had only strayed
buddinglittle white pills
(swallow, swallow, swallow)
greeted only by a
slight blurring of reality
about the edges
and the sudden inability to
is this what they mean by "happiness"?
Southern Belle - 4Ray of scattered light -
a flicker pearls
hovers above the water
escaping - a flash of orange -
lands back into the mirage
any other way.the calender pages started to thicken and winter was drawing closer
she piled her jumpers into her drawers and re-stocked the tea supply
ready for her internal oceans to freeze and you to set up camp
(she never didn't figure out how you were in two places at once)
reverse god complexi wait sometimes for
god to present himself
in the way
i would prefer him
but who am i to
call out god
when he has
alas, i am no god
Bitch (A Mean Poem)It was mostly puppy fat
but you were a good eater
and became medievally healthy.
You bit people
lightly on their fingers
and built a King Henry's belly
from their insides.
Summer wine.Red lips;
you sit beside me and
prompt in jest.
I love you.
The little thingsfinding a twenty in your wallet
a hug from a dear friend when you need it most
that perfect spot on the pillow
an unexpected gift of your favourite treat
that rooftop timpani when it's raining
the word 'sale' on those to-die-for shoes
the sweet caress of a longed for kiss
_____________ I'll leave this space blank for you
Vert velvet slippers
and a mouthful of water –
dragonflies flit by.
Twin evergreen canes
support the elderly bridge;
an unsteady crone.