Category 365 Collection

You didn’t plan on icy rain
touching your skin so unpleasantly.
So rudely, really.

how I twirl and slither
skither and skatter
in scented words of my own design.

Oh if I had succeeded
if I had had my wish
we never would have met

Split me open til the alphabet soup spilled out

"Tell me, son,
Are you afraid of the dark?"
"No,
But I am afraid of darkness."

my mother
bought me a latte
               in a drably fancy
                              park cafe

Mouth wide, bloody and pleading, palms extended, my need is ugly and unrelenting.

I got the news today
My V.A. claim denied.

Suppose I said the words “dinner time” and I wrote the words “chicken piccata”

i'd like to hear
the repentance
of a devastator
broadcast to the world
live and direct
from his deathbed