Amber New

I have the amber he never collected,
or knew was ever there.
The one that lit the garden with light,
the one with the shining eyes.

Well Said New

Ever hear a voice
that resonates inside of you,
that says connection
in a cellular way.
veni vedi foci - I almost came.

In the Lime of Night New

No one knows the knives
I have slept upon, the edges
honed with departure,
whetted with a door slamming shut,
a back retreating in the lime of night.

The Bones We Roll New

I was box cars today.
A wizened and widened
role of the dice.
Doesn’t go any higher
on the bones we roll.

Eloction Issues New

An angry socket:
pussy rage,
a complex of fathers,
inferior connections.

Bad wiring - Chinese?
Speak up!
Rotsa ruck lusty.

Galumph! New

She could galumph across a room
like Fredericka Flintstone,
a hot mess of wounded child
a crucible of anger.

Crooked Crow New

Carthamus pink were your lips
in the dark of our parting.
Nimbus blue, the cast of our tears.
Nixon black, the crow that he ate
as they carted the bastard away.

Decembrist New

She was a Decembrist,
exiled to a silence of sorts,
a separatist by another’s proxy
without her permission,
despite her choice.

Different Rivers New

My heart -
we are bleeding,
victims on different rivers.

You are a wounded sparrow
I the raven caged.

Hocked

I felt pawned,
a treasure never retrieved.
Too much life in my face.
Too much faith in us.
Too much one trick pony for your trail.

Slow Burn

just saturday,
caramelized
low heat - butter and love,
drizzled,
breathlessly waiting

Spring's Fall

This damp cool night is about my last
til autumn’s hiss and biting bluster.
I feel the furnace chuffing,
the mallow in the air,
crisp productive mornings falling aside.

Sisotowbell

‘Sisotowbell Lane’
runs through my eyes,
tumbles through my minds tongue
as a canary trapped,
its wings coated in shrill dissonant honey.

Collision

Should I toss the salad?
Garnish the sides?
Is the steak of us done?
Has the silver been paid?

WTF baby, you want eggs?

Lanced

Lanced
as a boil - this day
oozing onto the land,
oleic smears on the sea
a suggestion best forgotten.