A glistening tear
runs down the sun’s face
as she comes to the cold realization
that while she was preoccupied
being the light of everyone’s life,
she didn’t have enough sunshine
to light up her own.
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The Feeding
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
That must have been the sun!
That must have been the sun! A peak at amethyst As perfect as it can exist The frenzy she failed to resist Began the year with the relativists. A time that was white like phosphate bones, Bottles of hormones A doctor’s prescription like a tombstone That nearly sent her to the unknown. Sure it guided […]
I Was Lying in the Sun
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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