Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast
with an oily grin
and a cigarette.
Tag: poetry
Carrie
I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,
but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.
Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary
aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.
The Little Pony
ride a little pony into town
ride a little pony-
oops-
you fell down
No longer two but twenty-two,
no longer atop my grandpa’s knees but straddling a tight rope,
no longer slipping between his legs-Read More »
Jern
Jern wanted to see the heart
I’d locked inside a drawer.
I fished in all my pockets
but couldn’t talk to Jern anymore.
Hear
You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.
You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.
‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.
And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords
over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.
I see the curves that your hips don’t make, man,Read More »
Ana-Bri
Ana-Bri,
Brawnasaur,
Brianasaurus rex
Loved me though
all the world
could see was my life’s mess.
Briana, the
open one
let me hold her soul,Read More »
At times, telling the truth requires
At times, telling the truth requires
saying contradictory statements
until you are understood.Read More »
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
her onto her feet, slam her into a tree,
‘til the bark cuts her back so she’s hanging thereRead More »
Snowfall
Light but firm
was the kiss of snow the sky gave
the dotted tops of all the brown and green.
Perhaps light firmness is seen instead of felt,
for my lips cannot recall receiving such a one.
What has impressed
upon these rose petals?
Other things-Read More »
April (feat. in The Lanthorn)
Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
Alphabet Ravine 