Selected Short Poetry

For some time, writing was not my primary focus. However, as more and more inspiring people enter my life, I’ve decided to take up the pen once more. This content is free to read.

if

swallows nest
on the side of
darkness.

life, like they
have not fallen
into the well.
but stuck fast
before the void.

creature comforts
plastic, god
are as
indelicate and
precarious
as a nest made of spit

over nothing.

 

Fear Marches
I am something that comes in the night
I am something that comes in the night
Darkness won’t save you and neither will light
Don’t try to reason
My food is your fright
There’s nothing behind all that shivering, right?
I am something that comes in the night.

There’s a thousand sharp teeth in my jaws
There’s a thousand sharp teeth in my jaws
I have the mane of a lion
And one of it’s paws
The bones in my body have broke several laws
There’s a thousand sharp teeth in my jaws.

I am silent and swift as the wind
I am silent and swift as the wind
No one sees me coming
No one lets me in
I can creep up behind you, steal your breath from within
I am silent and swift as the wind

So check all of the places to hide
So check all of the places to hide
The back of the cupboard
The back of your mind
Bet your life you can’t find all the places I’ve lied.
So check all of the places to hide.

I am something that comes in the night
I am something that comes in the night
Darkness won’t save you and neither will light
Don’t try to reason
My food is your fright
Blinking can’t be too dangerous, right?
I am something that comes in the night

 

 

Children’s Fingers

Staring into a hot caffeine chemical emulsion.
Double bitter resin on double enameled panes.
Have you ever noticed that everything’s made out of sugar?
That both oily plastic and the human animal are strung out on sweet strains?
Linking together like the children’s fingers in one long chain;
One promise made everywhere.

 

 

the Fall
The wind is blowing
Whirpools of amber leaves
Reach up to suck the clouds from the sky
As if to draw the color down

There is a reason
When the frost sticks to my hands
And slice the cherry from my cigarettes
No more dying from death

My tongue freezes on your lips
It sticks
Still as stones
I quiver as the wind
Arrows through my bowed
Arms outstretched

Salute to an invisible God
One syllable of whispered
Fall
To my knees as screams
Of mosquitos
Freeze overnight

Human vision is as narrow
As stolen daylight hours

I find the corpses of ladybugs on my windowsill
And smile
Because they died
Too much in the sun

 

 

Embracing the Allure of Indigo Skies
I will fall into the sky one night.
After the crick in my neck quiets
And my eyes dry to dust
My feet will be drawn off the ground
And slower and easier than sleep
I’ll fall into the indigo mist.

Let the atmosphere run down my face
Trickle down the valley of my spine
Feel in my toes the wind of my eyes
Breathe. Quiet and color.

I’ll see all the stars
Finer and smaller than grandmother’s hair
360 and visible in stereo.

My heart will fold open on the outside.
Stretch to fill every whole
Empty and gainfully full
I am painfully pulled to encompass.

I will fall into the sky one day.
High enough to see everything
And everything else.
I’m not sure I’ll find a reason to fall back.

 

 

 

Popsicles
People are like
popsicles.
Found in every form, flavor conceivable
Shedding wrappers on summer afternoons
When all you can do is lie and lick
Filled inside and out
Sweetest brightest syrup
Melting sticky on your palms
Some have a boring, acid burn
Some have a sickly watermelon smell
That never comes off.

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