Mercy

The silent moth unbidden flies

from the cornered shadows

of my bedroom

The Verisimilitudes of Fools

Stricken by catastrophe
impoverished, our hearts
hunger, though small

imaginations flounder

You will not be trusted

The gilded heart of a poet
historically rife with
treacherous romantic
notions spilling blood
colored secrets onto pages

Ordinary Things

I found her
in the folding and unfolding
of a fitted sheet

Hiatus

This is not goodbye…

sleepless @ 3am

She believes too much In her own intuition and the ambiguity Of a convincing dream Remembering how her hand felt On the splintery rudder of the tiller Turning over the night sky, dividing it Into parcels of starless black soil She would clear a space To divine futures from the pitch blank Of uncertainty; planting […]

Liars

Lies of omission grown in the silence between take on lives of their own robbing from each our secrets stolen from the justified and vulnerable borrowed on fear until grown bloated and taut truth springs unguarded from lips fully formed, as virulent as a virus without an antidote yet, having the power to heal the […]

paper hearts

eager fingers slip insidedeep creases of lust, tracinghidden meridiansof despair obscured by hopeat some point we chose to fold ourselvesinto each other and disappear. i smoothed my wrinkled planes and blunted corners,preparing my emptiness for new dreamsfull of pulpy moons and plentiful tidesbut we grew boredof flat seams and glass seaswe were so sure would forever please yearning for more worldly things you traded your heart for paper wingsthen took to […]