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Nocturnal

The man in the moon is just like me With an argyle sweater sewn to fit And an excuse on opposite Thursdays For why he never seems happy He looks into a crystal ball To see his future But it reflects only his past One we shared oh so long ago He sees his lack … Continue reading Nocturnal

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Memories

A window Open to the breeze Falling in on papers As they scatter And slide apart A boy chases them As they dance Some near and some far Crumpled by small hands White as snow Focused on their task Instead of his meal Noontime and lazy Left on the table Falling apart His mother praying … Continue reading Memories

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The Cross Bleeds Red

The cross bleeds red Crimson, ruby, and cardinal A deep and primordial hue That transfixes in its gaze Turning water into wine Drunk on its own demanding Yet always wanting more It’s painful to the touch Like softened wax it slides Burning bright as the sun Imperial, Spanish, and cherry Carved into damask wood Names, … Continue reading The Cross Bleeds Red

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Caving In

The sign read “Closed” But people went in and out Like flies from a dead man’s mouth Deceived by outward ambition Trapped in a vicious cycle They ventured forth in lines Tagged and numbered In twos and fours With vacant eyes Amidst silent misery Solid behind doors of steel And imaginary skin They came bearing … Continue reading Caving In

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Exhale

I didn’t swear until I was fourteen More a statement of the world than of me Not a conscious rendering of faith or fear But of a young child’s ignorance instead The power of words is dynamic Focused and determined in its force Like a preacher imparting divine knowledge Or like a swan poised for … Continue reading Exhale

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Among the Weeds

The fracture seems so small As it snakes its way into the rock Hard and strong Yet imperfect in context Love in extremis Like the bloom off a rose Fragile in its ecstasy Controlled by time Worn and precipitous Age old and melancholy Extending for miles Coming together at the end Cracked pieces of a … Continue reading Among the Weeds