You Can Staple Green Feathers on a Bat, but It will Never Be a Lovebird. (July 2018)
You were sharp angles,
Past-Due Returns and Great Deals on Empty Spaces (June 2018)
That dark, rotting shopping malls
Indigo Under Anxious Clawing Fingernails
You might think I'm overstating things,
Or prone to overly mo...
The Oasis at High Water Mark, Halcyon Faded (February 2018)
The desert in winter is:
Deep blue sky serene,
Fat, yellow ...
A Flickering Red Neon Light, A Shaking Door Frame (January 2017)
I am submerged
in hot bourbon amber browns
Requiem for RK After 365 Days (September 2017)
Arched brows, bulging white-eyes, head craned back,
Goofy, and star stru...
For Rachel (September 2016)
Dearest Little Blackbird,
You're chirping furiously
From across the grey veil,
But I can't...
Pleading with a Hurricane (August 2017)
I could not change her,
Loving her hard, and long,
and pure, and desperately,
Domestication (July 2017)
My wandering heart traveled
Through cold, rusty dilapidated doors,
And across purple and ora...
Then, tired, hungry, hunting eyes meet. (May 2017)
Out there, somewhere,
There is Someone looking
Just as hard for You,...
Waking Dreams and Other Collisions (May 2017)
In the blue-grey predawn fog,
You flicker between the sheets, aglow, pink...
(Im)perfection (September 2014)
The human experience is
A brief flash of sacred consciousness,
We are memorialized by ...
"Something's missing" or Pretty Me Pieces (April 2017)
I get that, that's how I felt before I met You.
I had all these ...
Undying or Turritopsis Dohrnii ( May 2017)
Your gem heart is an immortal jellyfish:
No matter how many ti...
The unproductive hours, or Nocturne in G (April 2017)
I said to Night, in navy and grey lace,
"I crave the gift of drea...
Ruminations (May 2017)
The “broken” path leads from
the choices we make.
You are more than a simple concept,
you are a ...
becoming until interred. (May 2017)
Symmetry is a damnable artifice.
Pretty as a pin, but off-putting.
“Broken.” Changing, ever changing, (May 2017)
Sometimes the sun
Can look like the moon.
When the right...
Not a black and white photo of a word. (May 2017)
I wonder if these black eyes,
Sucking up all the light they see,
Are what make me, Me.
A splattering of colors, (May 2017)
White light transmits
All the colors of the visible spectrum
you are a complexity. (May 2017)
You see? You know the score, Lumpy.
You understand the black and white...
You are more than a simple concept, (May 2017)
God I am pathetic.
What a lazy lump of a lump-man,
the choices we make. (May 2017)
What pathetic company, this Grey Man.
No wonder he is so lonely,