Not the Tenerife Sea
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Tag: ghost story
Memory’s Shell Game
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
Stepping on Speaking Hens
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
Recall is Not a Ride in Paradise’s Circus
Blink. Breathe. Brace for a massive attack. I’m looking through the slits in my helm at men throwing off snow-covered blankets. Continue reading Recall is Not a Ride in Paradise’s Circus
Aired Out
Images bloomed, scattershot
then in a barrage caught
and reflected on the knife
slicing the air, ending my unlife. Continue reading Aired Out
I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
A gun-toting Cupid shot
me through the heart Continue reading I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
Stranger than Perfect
After I girded my loins with courage,
I put a swagger in my step
and approached encouraged by
the opening gate and hell’s rep. Continue reading Stranger than Perfect
The Knife’s Cold Play
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
A Street Called Mercy
The knife danced across the desk
drawing arabesques
spelling out a grotesque
tale about my romanesque
heartthrob. Continue reading A Street Called Mercy
Like a criminal, it stalked
Like a criminal it stalked.
Floating up as I balked,
the dagger balanced on point. Chalked
circles met my eye and they talked
of black magic while I gawked. Continue reading Like a criminal, it stalked
Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
Jason held the blade level with his eyes
and in its shine, my visage reflected.
Shock stuck my tongue to my mouth’s roof, no cries
escaped my lips’ prison. Continue reading Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
Betrayal detailed in fabric
The demon sizzled in my fire–
a holy pyre sent to retire
one crispy demon and his sire
through the man I’d loved and inspired.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Betrayal detailed in fabric
Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Slot machines chime a jackpot dirge
it’s the simple things our minds purge—
spiritual tethers submerge
until they’re stretched and we diverge Continue reading Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Scent of Trouble
Roses couldn’t save me– no thumbs to pick locks.
Looks like I am stuck in a concrete block. Continue reading Scent of Trouble
Abandonment
Landing in darkness, I shook my dazed head.
I lay on an altar stone, a grave bed
and perhaps my end, no more could I rove.
Was I now a treasure in someone’s trove? Continue reading Abandonment
