You are too winter and I am rising.
Lukewarm will not do,
I bid adieu to our I do.
You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.
Snowstorms will not do,
in this field of mildew.
I rid this flu,
It’s all I can do.
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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 […]
blame the puppeteer
You’re like every God I’ve prayed to And now I’m hoping you won’t be swayed If there is blame it is on the puppeteer And now I’m asking you won’t disappear Envy doesn’t look much like excellency And now I beg we guard this destiny Even the felony of jealously And where your errors may […]
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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