On Writing

Poem 260 – The Colour Green

The Colour Green ( for Jett) a witch’s face – smilingvomit violently releasing infectionalgae attached to plastic lining co-dependent her pupils in the morning Peas. All. The. Peas. Rolled on tonguespopped between enamel mantis praying on the railing reeling at cicada jogging pants with puffed out knee graves – stained the sky in nap dreams

On Writing

Poem 259 – Fall Night

Fall Night for Monti the scent of orangedeep like changeburnt & crispylike summer’s skinpeeling to coolits tender bones the darkness darkerlayered like secretseigengrau & onyxlike shadow’s shadowripening to burstits widening playground these fall nights turn like pages in season’s grimoire –leaf’s veins weeping the last of warmth’s wishesstaining sidewalks in goodbye graffiti