Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream The old victorian houseis perfectly ricketycontent in the stateof itself shifted andunevened over time In the streets around herpanic – human mayhemworse than termites in woodor bees behind a wallyet the same in theirbuzzing destructionto exist In the sky – translucentblack orbs floating toconcrete and mudthe stepping out ofholograms… Continue reading Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream
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Poem 9: Orbit
Orbit for Miller There is noseparationbetweena sun and her rays I orbit the planet familyfour humans two caninesfood shelter waterbooks film art When I wrap myselfaround her shiningtickle her wristsmell her skinI tell herI hope big love greetsyou every morningIt will she says it will In this orbitI am curled indevotedsmallyet each breath inis a… Continue reading Poem 9: Orbit
Poem 6 – The Pause
The Pause she must rememberto stop forgettingwhat day it is in the grand schemethat is when the blood will flow there is a wreath offorget-me-lots circlingher womb – a halo ofpure blues seeping scentsdrug-like dulling the light that lives in thehearts of her last few eggs no, she is not as ripenor as nimble as heryounger golden garden just… Continue reading Poem 6 – The Pause
