A Poem
Twilight comes in tears,
where eyes watch for shoreline,
for pale signs passing.
They hear you still,
just beyond the window,
gleaming like a sword, hanging.
The dawn is a far way off,
heads lying in vermillion,
across the grooves of earth.
A Poem
And life gifted us prophets. The mad among us.
Those who’seyes are unclouded, and clear.
Who go from their front porch only to
place doveling’s safely back in…
A Poem
How much Time do you have left?
The body exhausted, the mind on edge.
How much time is left?
The days meld together like molten stone.
How much time left?
The eyes grow dim…
A Poem
The bees gather round.
The sand Watches.
The sweat stains liquid rock.
This Life unwinds like parchment,
sprawled out
upon the trees and tenements
and loquacious tongues.
The earth is…
A Poem
He returns to the indigo pools in the morning — For every morning of his life. His fingernails are dyed blue at the roots. His skin is drenched…
A Poem
Life is happening here and now
to you.
You think of meaning and mystery,
You display your mental breakdown
to everyone and anyone through
memes, and pale screens
and candy colored lights…
