The fine point of truth that joinsturning the refinement of forest titansinto the resolute skeleton that shelterswhole orchards of human soulspiecing the perching place of birdstogether into the plane of refreshment The spike that needs a strike to do its jobpneumatic’s fire, or hammer’s poundupon the blunter end will do the trickholding treasures to wallsstringingContinue reading “Bang | The Tale of a Nail”
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Prompt | Prompted to promptly respond to a prompt (sometimes)
Poked by a promptthe shrill of an alarma slight jab at the sleepermaybe it will prompt meto poke otherswho were waiting to awakenwhether they knew it or nottoo much hibernation should bepromptly remediedgenerate a little buzztoss it out there and watchthe ripples ruffling featherstruncating forty winksnudge, nudgenap time is over Oh how I do loveContinue reading “Prompt | Prompted to promptly respond to a prompt (sometimes)”
Between the Golden Bars
From a bird in a gilded cage Pecking at the walls of invested desireFeed the well a doubloonIt spits back an ingotVaults of piggies full to the brimGenerations of interest ensuredBut coins in the mattressPoke holes in retirementGreen paper wallsTear and burnBetween the golden barsGleams a life with all the trappingsLuminous bowls in the lapContinue reading “Between the Golden Bars”
Ocean
Washed up treasurescoated in a briny rindeven feathers bring it homesalty seaside perfume lingersbut mostly it’s the sandthat sticks with youthe constant scratch of the tide Stand there all dayfeet sinking, casting your wordstoward the deephands waving offeringsto the gulls The billowing roarswallows it all It’s the rhythm that remainsa drowning currentin your heartlong afterContinue reading “Ocean”
Shadow
my shadow is tallshe can reach all the glasseson the top shelf she fills them to the brimwith strong cocktailsbecause alcohol doesn’tbother her stomach,and neither does anyquantity or combination of food she drives fastand says “f*ck it”more than I do, becausethat field of hers really is barrenand she lords over ita lanky scarecrow inbright redContinue reading “Shadow”
Scrutiny, 1
Floating in my cup of tea:
the bric-a-brac chunk leftovers
from the small scoop of flavorful dust
I stirred in, along with honey. . . .
I Am
. . . . realize that I am late. I am going to need more time, at least a week. After that, I will be back and set it all right.”. . . .
The Poetry Patio 