On this day in June

Challenged sickly sweet, law-abiding Doe-eyed fool, and red tape the ballot vote with terror dreams; choose the dancing devil or bleeding heart,  Neither do anything but pose  postcards outside clinics and kowtow to false idols;  Fill hotel lobbies with dry lemon-grass  Plastic particulates, rights in a glass jar; Lead them in, show them red, showContinue reading “On this day in June”

please let me out, I’ve lost the key

Self-fulfilled prophecy So I can self fulfill it  candy red devils coming out your mouth,  Ice cold Pepsis on ice silos and thin coffee straws on the sunshine side,  Cold years and warm months With nothing but the sound of glass  On chalk, and chalk on sidewalks And written script, habeas corpus  on the writ,Continue reading “please let me out, I’ve lost the key”

you do not get to mourn

You do not get to mourn by the forgotten grievances or the bruises you left;  and the storied challenges dusted by psychological amnesia,  and gas lit stoves to brighten the dark, what you’ve caused  Is but the abuse embedded in yourself reflected onto others You do not get to mourn Snakes do not shed tears,Continue reading “you do not get to mourn”

corner of the world

I stare at the corner of the world Where the lies are cherry sweet,  are the buoyed knots, fishing poles jutting out from the deep;  of Texas summers, muggy, foggy the sound of $10 dimes tinking against the glass window,  swallowed whines of abandoned hounds,  Of wasted, counted, measured, known, rivers three feet wide, threeContinue reading “corner of the world”

Tapering headlines

Morale crumbling, beliefs from breathed tapering headlines. irritated glances from the workplace bench measure for the strength of the soul post by the body’s work, and break the heart pooled, colored disbelief by ivory towers with no ladder but internal structure feeding burned soil, sword shined and polished by the glare of judgmental grace, soContinue reading “Tapering headlines”

Perfection issues

Perfection is a double-bladed thought,  To cast the cobwebbed shadows,  superior ticketed booth To turn sideshow viewing Into a scripted plot;  But all the crumpled papers Litter the ground between church corridors,  and tent mountains, wandering alone; Perfection is wrongly cast characters Paid in nickels and dimes for running A one-man circus For being bothContinue reading “Perfection issues”