Dead Words

Words strung together like beads Sliding in unison on a thin wire Rusty with woebegone decay Hanging like shards of glass From a window shattered and torn This incandescent shadow Hiding in the light of day Speaking without consequence A muttering of well-worn phrases Meant to intimidate by repetition These bullies of stolid syntax Impassive … Continue reading Dead Words

After You

And I wish you well With your ambivalence Not my cup of tea This tepid disconnect Shrouded in gaiety Dipped in poison ink Frequently hollow But you left a stain On my semi-conscious soul Devoid of constraints Vulnerable as sin Now black like sludge This transformation Of before and after you The pictures tell a … Continue reading After You