Childhood days Are like feathers in the wind Sticky to touch Bees with honeyed legs And birds with crooked eyes Broken sidewalks and abandoned houses Nostalgia slipping through time Yesterday, yesterday Too far away
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Unkindness
We are told kindness kills In the depths of war In the tumult of regimes fallen In the ash of split minds, bodies We are told kindness is how we should be In archaic, sterile Christianity In twisted public opinion In news fake, confusing, unknown We are told who is evil From corporations spitting acidContinue reading “Unkindness”
Highlands
Forget the way it hurts, Dust and whispers, That pain fades away To be happy again.
The Toll
Cataracts are stars dying from age Far-flung in misty skies Circling around in reefs of solitude And quiet from the silent echo And it is the quiet, quiet, silent nothing To have words dissipate like a thin breeze Feelings to burn numb, curling for warmth Float on winged light to peer through the veil ToContinue reading “The Toll”
Leprosy
Tears are the stars
That trail your skin
The Space Between Me and the Pond
Ducks in a pond, iridescent wings
Fish in water, flaking scales
New England Dreams
A promise to the sea of dream;
Lullabies that rock it to sleep
Ode to Ecchymosis (In Name)
The feeling that makes candles bow where webs of silvery spiders lay their eggs Pulling away in long invisible strands Humming as their offspring burrow To push on it and remember the clipped wings of an imaginary griffin The mummified childrens’ books White and black and beige and tan Broken lines of infinity singing inContinue reading “Ode to Ecchymosis (In Name)”
Death Revived
The gates of hell are full Of whispers of who we were Promises ripped from vines sweet And forgotten retribution The wolf howls With flowers in its mouth Teardrops of petals Hears no echo Chilled in sky graves Of fever dreams To lay with the fallen soldiers Dragon mountainous death The poppy, red, red, redContinue reading “Death Revived”
Nightcrawler
We are born of dirt Sticky as maggots to death And whether we are stars Cannot be said Faint against the sky It is you and I Fragile on the rock Burning a hole through the earth It is you and I Swallowing shards of lies Until they pierce our throats And we can noContinue reading “Nightcrawler”
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