grand prix
Red dirt introspections…
Category: poetry
answer-more
So, hell yes, I’m years-long-sore…
cloudy with a chance
The un-revelling of who we once-dancing-were…
fickle moon
I’m not done for what’s glorious…
mount melanchol
My heart’s become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
counting dimes
Save another war…
cinder-kid
I’ve been a renter ever since…
random day 2: blue
A warm blanket in the bathroom…
book of john
Who, on earth, are we?
random day 1: begin to know
Forgive that you grow—
air and water, at least
…could you escape this world?
second stone
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
wasn’t that fun?
Finger-braids and white-knuckle lust…
cloven clover
Unclench the stone that minds your melody…
not dostoevsky’s problem
Paper plates and plasticware…
keep the key
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain…
equum spem
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
white scar
For the hidden key-to-start an almost-empty car…
slant-steady
Fraught o’er what you didn’t-did…
clotheslines
My breath catches on a line at times…
wolf of weariness
A flirt-with-leaf and worthless woo…
filamentary
Tears run the gully-of-straight-forty-scowl…
