I Love Her More
She has a name hanging in a back orchard somewhere. Cowbells are ringing. I gave it up like an omelet to a woman married to perfection. I am missing limbs for limbs, heart for heart. Who am I to...
View ArticleThis Sickness
Sickness comes at interludes, when light burns brighter than sun stars, when Anger dashes in to catch the aftermath. We battle for the scenery. Touching base, both reaching for the flag, for...
View ArticleI Am Not The Same Size
To speak up on Sunday when religion strikes like the back of a hand would be a sin. To question a written truth bound by message and baggaged with fear would be unthinkable. But I do! But I do! I let...
View ArticleBetter Than What’s Out There
He never went out and shot someone. When he gets hot, he crumbles like dry wall. Yeah the petals come off, but it’s not his bullet. His bullet passes through everything but glass. At that point, his...
View ArticleDoctor, Tell Me
I am going to be. Here, in a sticky womb, a living room made for madness; a sautéed fanciness. The feast is being set, just above the chandelier, they call me by number, my tattooed slumber calls....
View ArticleGhost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
View ArticleCenter Of Time
Welcome home, a strawberry plant grows out back for you, but it has twisted to fingernails to scratch away the bugs. It has a heart, ready for transplant. I promised to die, I admit, I’m in the habit,...
View ArticleMosquito
Where does this come from, this sand in my head? Turn me upside down, let me start over. Or no! Fill me with water. Let me mix into mud. A grown sculpture standing still forever. The baby sleeps on his...
View ArticleMosquito
Where does this come from, this sand in my head? Turn me upside down, let me start over. Or no! Fill me with water. Let me mix into mud. A grown sculpture standing still forever. The baby sleeps on his...
View ArticleLittle Golden Girl
Sounds like you are lost right behind where you are almost are What are you doing here? Swiping what I have to say about that? It is I, making sure that no thieves take the golden honey from the hives....
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