14 stanzas. A flower a day, What does it matter? I’m thinking you’ll say. Tulips, the first
I’m the dark one. Light goes in and nothing returns. A chance encounter turns gold. Reality turns black. I’m the dark one.
I promised that I would close the door because I’m letting in flies. I looked for angels and now wing pests are buzzing in my skies. Anyway, I sat besieged by sadness and regret because...
Fluttering The seraphim struggles. Feathers raining down. Descent assured. The struggle to stay up–
I have wander the wastes of this world. Dealing with all manners of people, I have risked being jaded. Cheated on, progeny aborted unbeknownst, married, cheated on again, and divorced. ...
I would have settled for satellite you made me a star. My cheeks are anthracite. aflame, twas your inner grimoire. Now staring in to the night
A whisper in the darkness What sweetness is serendipity Across cyberspace pain resonates By chance or by fate Liquid sin and courage
Thermos full. Cold black coffee reflects little. A swig of bitter awareness I feel the void again Eyes dilate