‘Til Death Do Us Part

They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…

Yesterday was Father’s day [excerpt of a poem]

Though the high, impatient whine Of the eager aluminum beast Drowns out the sense of voices around me A few youthful pitches pierce the cloud Nestled about my head. She recalls it like a fisherman’s tale: He was standing on a deck They faced the perfect storm When he turned and walked away This was…

there aren’t words [a brief poetic]

“Please, don’t ever stop writing, Allow always the twins of Joy and Pain to ravage you…” The pain I’ve been trying to write Out of my system, however Is one for which language has birthed Not words, but images Personal and of the utmost beauty These marked the path to a grave A certain part…

Gambler [a poem]

The devastation was not about my heart alone but in watching the pedestal upon which you always stood crumble to the ground: along the side, the inscription had read “strength.“ I thought you would win against this. I’d read the confidence in the way you seemed to play all the hands the universe dealt took…

on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)

(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…

too open, honest – micropoems

(would be said) I. Trying not to think about How it feels at night Your skin, mine i. How good it feels To be so tied At the soul and mind Unbreakable ii. How lost then In silent bribe accepting To cut my tongue Sake of your peace II. I’ll never stop wanting To mimic…

forever my dream

Curled in my bed, clutching, I feel your arms slide up mine, and pull my hands away from my face as you creep gently over my body to kiss that troubled look you hate to see, grabbing tears before they’ve fallen, kissing every inch of me, chasing the pain out through my skin delivering the…