Sunday, August 9, 2015


It felt like mourning
most of all weighted
sinking like a rock 
or a body
to the bottom of
her chest
legs bound no
longer kicking
save yourselves
i’m just going to rest
a spell in this
green water blanket
cold wrapping the
end of life is cold
like the beginning you
emerge into
the open air
remember the warmest
place you have ever
known you cry
for comfort 
kicking mad

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Repeat Repeat

a finger trace
a belly full
a wisp of gray
the coming bright

and tender lips
alight on mine
your charming fire
and my delight

a cigarette
the smoke unfurls
and curls and twists
and writes and writes

the same old line
a blackened page
an empty thought
a wasted night