Getting used to it
In a moldering dream, I fitted a woolen sock over the stump of my leg. The two middle fingers of each hand were missing, the knuckles paper-skinned. A presence studied … Continue Reading Getting used to it
If wishes were horses
In market’s bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don’t need.
Camouflage
Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the … Continue Reading Camouflage
Careful now
A trusting soul is long in the learningof candor’s proper place. For betrayals rankle still,confounding the hardened heart,Their memory an accretionto its jealous husk.
Werewolf?
“You’re such a strange critter “ He posted on Twitter And waited until she replied. “You’re just being bitter” She said, then he hit her And dragged her limp body … Continue Reading Werewolf?
Apparition
In the dark of your room Something cold from the tomb Awakes you with feelings of dread Seems to float and to hover Then pulls on your cover And sidles … Continue Reading Apparition
Bright sun, Fall winds
in the suddenness of blustery gust leaves of crimson, orange, and rust spangling the stained glass sky in celebration, before they die
The getaway
as a freshening teenage boy just shy of sixteen years foisted from a battle-scarred home into this supposed school of highness he is already in retreat from vitriolic violence from … Continue Reading The getaway
The Self
Often thinks about the ending. Impoverished soul. Why so? Brain sees itself as a walnut. Exactly that size and that texture. Ripe now, and dried. if opened, you’d find compartments … Continue Reading The Self
A Cuckoo clock Christmas
I brought you a present ‘Twas an old cuckoo clock From a second-hand store in the city On its top was a pheasant And it said “Tick-a-Tock” So I thought … Continue Reading A Cuckoo clock Christmas
Young man, old man
In February’s frozen spring I came across a curious thing- a solitary sapling in the sun. It looked as if ’twere shivering, with papered leaves a-quivering, and the wind imparted … Continue Reading Young man, old man
Crazy crazy
I was combing the cat’s hair he smiled but the hair began to come off in clumps soon all there was was skin and his eye fell out I had … Continue Reading Crazy crazy
Barricades
I dreamt this morn’ of fences They’d been put up while I slept But the fog obscured my senses And I stumbled ’til I wept The urge was strong for … Continue Reading Barricades
No rest for the wicked
now I lay me down to sleep there’s no more noises, not a peep the shades are pulled, the light is out and slumber’s what it’s all about fluff the … Continue Reading No rest for the wicked
Salt Sea Calm
I heard that they will float you In a sea of Epsom Salt To ease away your tension And things that aren’t your fault You’re naked, with a blindfold The … Continue Reading Salt Sea Calm
The pumpkin King
Have you heard ’bout the poor country bumpkin And his horse who would only eat pumpkin? It grew so obese That it frightened his geese And he gave it the … Continue Reading The pumpkin King
