Appetite

appease the gods and sate their hunger spread fear among the younger shed blood; fill their cups spill over such young supple flesh on which they sup halcyon minds offered up crushed mint and clover in their hand a spirit high, a body lowered impish jest, divine jokers indifferent towards man nameless meat held to…

Gave Up the Ghost

gave up the ghost and watched it flailing clinging to its wretched form wary of uncertain valleys sent off to venture forth how miserable he seemed to part with me before our finest hour had the chance to toll and to exhort

There She Lays – A Spenserian Poem

perched atop a spiral stair observing the tile work craftsmanship fairest of fair elegance no detail shirked grim voices in darkness lurk draws her notice and her gaze anxious feeling in her irked doomed to spiral in a daze down and down and there she lays

It Was Over – A Rondelet

it was over no words exchanged nor glances passed it was over vacant plot a field of clover a fragile form not built to last a crucible in which we’re cast it was over

Flooded Beaches

on flooded beaches sea life strewn upon the shore gasping their last breath – the moon hangs above clouds pass like windswept petals blackening the sky – out upon the waves a ship wrecks and no one knows corpses crowned with foam – deep sea songs echo cries of the damned harmonize drifting on the…

Centerpiece

i placed you in a box a cherished memory bound in unglazed earthenware in order that you may never leave me – your ashes line my pyre – your dust floats upon the very air i breathe – your death becomes my sacrifice – as your bones snap beneath my weight i will drag your…

Dead Set

passed a deer last night – not in the way you imagine though – no majestic forest king grazing in the overgrowth – ‘stead he was sprawled out like a burst sausage – there on the side of the road dead eye gaze – split scarred torn and broken – on a bed of dirt…

Eulogy

hello friend i don’t know you anymore – at least we have the memories that brief moment we were close – i suppose it’s inevitable really – where we start is never the same where we finish rarely so as well – two different people two sides of the same coin two shades of the…

Life: As Viewed Through a Lens

where will we turn when the sun hides when the tides roll in roll out wash the shore clean erasing our mark eroding as the grains slip through the glass shattered pieces scattered in all directions bellowing death wail perforating eardrums fall deaf eyes blind mind ignorant of our influence we’re all running treading water…