Pincushion
This skin gets more and more thin, and can’t stop what wants to get in. What’s seen in crowding eyes. What’s under, in disguise. This night life sees the knives; … Continue Reading Pincushion
My fear
~All of the old stores are empty now, musty and unused to windows. Locked in a tin room, I hear the circular saw start up, then the screams as they … Continue Reading My fear
Child of mine
~My child What will you take up in your hands and see as good Will you see the falseness of sold things meant as a siren song and worry little … Continue Reading Child of mine
Until then
When I begin to speaka learned languageto a veiled world, please know that I have always loved you- my hand-holder, my chaperone.
In shadow
At bedtime, those dark blooms in her room. In coffee mornings, the dregs of her cup. At lunch, in her rusted car, the depths of her purse. The tunnel vision … Continue Reading In shadow
Asleep in sway
Refuse in the oceans. God’s things caught in its mire. In a come-lately penance, I think of small atonements, futile fixes. If a poem had power, had sway, or could … Continue Reading Asleep in sway
Out of control
They come to hurt, at inopportune times. Finned and fishy notions, marauding like sharks- hammerheads in teapot oceans. I’ve a head full of dark, as I drive. Under a rainy … Continue Reading Out of control
In thrall
Dreamt figmentspushing the day’s white envelope; conducting a march of left-footed circles. I am no Joker, I do not think. Image: https://pixabay.com/users/spiritbunny-16389/
Glitterati
The immediate- awash with musts and can’ts. The distance glitters.
Seconds
~The night man. When it’s time, he has packages for me. Seven a week. No time off for good behavior. They always fascinate, though I must buy them with pieces … Continue Reading Seconds
Nonchalance
Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have … Continue Reading Nonchalance
In song
An Aria for the Sky A Hymnal for the Earth An Anthem for the Ocean A symphony for the Sun *** Image from Pixabay
Two rooms
We sleep separately (good neighbours that way) I plug in and am known as Vader. The motors of her snore are like a cheetah’s purr and, of late, she reports … Continue Reading Two rooms
The speeder
I have threads, vignettes. Some fleshed out. Others at loose ends. This unseemly train has lost its brakes- can’t stop at ancient stations. Those sad confreres are left stranded, waving. … Continue Reading The speeder
Fallen
I tasted shampooas I lay in the dry tub,all bones pill-broken,noseblood in rivuletson porcelain. And my desperado thought:Come to me now,for I cannot reach for youany more.
Free at last
~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done … Continue Reading Free at last
