G.I.R.L. (Going Insane Relinquishing Love)
She’s ravishing. And I’m ravenous. She’s got enough soul unvented for the both of us. She’s got a face invented by a God I can trust. She’s a beacon and I a bastion, knowingly...
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Let Me Fall in Your Sleep
In nothingness There I reside Always falling, falling softly, in daydreams and lilac Under, and over and everly, listen I am moonlight through waters of love and submission Where tranquil pools of lavender are...
Tongue Tied
We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...
Zedlist – Part Four
Kevin went white, took a sip from his mug and choked on his coffee, losing composure and spluttering the muddy liquid onto the man’s coat. It looked very much at home in the matted...
Sombre Sky Sailor
I imagined his ghost standing and waving from the docks As I sailed into the sky With my heart in pandora’s box Joining my scarred sword Unspoken words Velvet riding cape And caged birds...
I Yearn To Be Unambivalent With You!
I yearn to be unambivalent with you! I want to be drawn so near I’d know the scent of your amber locks. I want to be enfolded into your breasts of azure so I...
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee
Haibun Poem Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...
Complacent Ronin
Through a man’s eyes is a story with pages stained at corners pen or sword both rest in sheaths honed finer than any blade that might rest inside it a tiger’s teeth caresses grass...
How to Die
Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...
Winter: Another Short Pantoum
I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...
The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
