Until the day comes when my breath no longer returns to my lungs, Air lifted away by winter, Leaving you, yet wanting to stay much longer, The remains of us forming clear ice sheets frozen atop beds of still water. When the last faded bloom of your want wilts again, And the secret garden of […]Read more
Target bit off my new wristwatch.
Shattering the crystal and tearing
Teething on the leather wrist strap
I contend it’s a collar holding back
The hounds of Hell the authoritative barks
Commanding I take a seat.
Riding passenger side snapping right, I’m down in front stealing long exposures. From the back seat our youth sits Mocking us with instant polaroids. Destroyed pictures of minutes and memory Precious and precarious slip a stone At once here and at once gone. Right under the driver breaks hard and higher Up another mile, silently […]Read more
Slowly dripping outside busy windows
Only two minutes, like eggs timed, yet
She’s done cooking. With eyelashes, false
Newly bred widows sit with spidery eyes,
Single fingers silently making reservations for twos.
They reapply the glue, so unkind, that humidity.
Weather and evening corralled the horses inside.
Our engines idled, cooled, then died.
Suddenly yet expectantly (as ice or apple pie)
Boring holes in us with collapsible eyes —
Like summer left us in an awful rush,
So the bent boys gasped
As tall awkward girls cried.