Night came tapping at my door, But I with book heard not a sound; It entered on its own accord, Trespassing on my private ground. Night crept about my house with ease And darkened everything from sight, ’Til through my study’s door it squeezed And skirted past my candle’s light. I did not peer toContinue reading Night
Cold Is the Night
Alone Cold is the night Lonely silence until she hums music Sweet songs in her head Humming hymns and strumming chords of her favorite songs Fingers playing music Pressing hot reflections of a time gone by A door slams somewhere far away Footsteps fade away No sound but her humming She Alone again Shivers inContinue reading Cold Is the Night
New World Slavery
A woman from a fishing village slaves in a sweatshop, making shirts for retail stores, selling them at low prices to help save shoppers money to spend at McDonald’s after the Little League game tonight. She makes barely enough money to pay the rent of her shared one-bedroom apartment in the city where hucksters scrambleContinue reading New World Slavery
For Whom Everything Is In Question
Rain bundled like hay, hit like bricks that obliterated homes to sea; now she lives home-wrecked with her bony children and colorless neighbors on a tropical dune where they search for old haunts in sand, on waves and in the sky. I tell you this in memory of dancing bears and the drunk in theContinue reading For Whom Everything Is In Question
Night Falls Swiftly
Night falls swiftly on us— It is the secret bits of life to do yourself the way you do— A flash in the sinking sun, Ten thousand years rebounded, Vibrations— It is hell. Wild you are but ripe for life In the gray and raging glee— Nobody likes to die, but it is evening hereContinue reading Night Falls Swiftly
One Perfect Moment
For one perfect moment I turn to touch you with my lips I give you sweet kisses down making you tremble with anticipation I take you to the edge of a precipice— a teeter at the edge of a fall You cling to me but you fall in the rush of your sweet release cryingContinue reading One Perfect Moment
Passing
Sunday mirrored light of a hot sun reflecting off of brick buildings and parkways where a hospital sits deep brown and yellow in its last degree, fading like the old woman inside dying with a smile on her face, happy to be leaving. But I with a burlesque smile am sad to watch her go.Continue reading Passing
Big
You’re so big— the internet made you huge We decipher your candy whining at your blog every day— we’re some of your best teased hairfriends at your facebook We know your TV faves movie faves favorite faves and all your playlists You like short shorts, bikini jeans, and certain days wrapped in Jamawar You loveContinue reading Big
