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His God

The glare comes from his god Obscuring what he cannot fathom And leaving alone what he comprehends No matter how small the latter He stares through the advancing haze An exercise in futility, it seems But he cannot make himself stop This endless cycle of dependence On what he cannot see Or just a glimpse … Continue reading His God

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Fissure

The line advances slowly Jagged and artificial As black as grim night Unending pitch dark She toes the line Tiptoe thin, fragile Spun like spiderwebs Silken in their mean And she dances lean Poetic in her moves Razor-thin and sharp Careful not to fall While the chasm deepens Between warring emotions Churning deep inside The … Continue reading Fissure

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Fleeting

Magic is fleeting A fine wisp of smoke It twists its way upward As it stirs the breeze Before drifting away Back to where it’s from A spark that expires Like a breath of air Waiting to inhale To take it deep inside Secrete it in my skin Where it belongs But that is not … Continue reading Fleeting

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Mirage

She was my favorite Doe-eyed and fresh Gently loved Sweet as snow Falling softly down Pure in every way Until she wasn’t When the rains came Sluicing away the mirage Daydream suicide I was young then A character out of time Feeling her pulse It beat in perfect rhythm With my pounding heart It felt … Continue reading Mirage

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Deluge

The bridge is out Submerged in water Ropes visible above Attached to heavy posts Drunk with the weight Of the river wide On its tiptoes Tilting the world Hazy and forbidden Even in summer When the rains come That slow buildup The quick switch Dropping the hammer Swift and solid A wall of water Sanguinely … Continue reading Deluge

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Poor Man’s Golf

They played poor man’s golf Where a stick was like a club And the men wore overalls Driving cars with no windows In the pouring rain And they all had hats Wide-brimmed and festive Multi-colored and spotted So they stuck out like sore thumbs But they never minded Those markers of history Those forget-me-nots Drunk … Continue reading Poor Man’s Golf