Friday, December 12, 2014

"I Found My Thrill"


I remember his 
Last words as he sped 
Down Memory Lane, 

His blueberry eyes rolled 
Back up all the way to where 
The moon stood patiently still. 





Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Sunday, December 7, 2014

House on the Hill


All that’s left is a mound of detritus— 
Barely enough to remind us it stood 
Tall and strong as the family that held
 
Sway over it, a domain now infested 
By burrowing creatures of the night— 
Let’s say blind earthworms with feelers
 
Breathing through dank skins, sensing 
Their way through the dark by gauging 
Changes in the ever-changing light. 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Watchtower


That black 

Dog that stands 
For Death has 

Two gray marks 
Round its red 

Eyes that keep 
Watch for any signs

Of life just like yours. 





Monday, December 1, 2014

Fish out of Water


Where you find out when 

The sea is only so 
Deep as the air 

You breathe in. 


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