Fresh thyme souls mingle with chives and serve
Sweat-gears spinning, basket weaving, stars overhead
Chopped.
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Memorial War
faceless list of stark remembrance
etched into black stone
standing immortal,
contrasting the names of those
who realized too soon
they were not made for lasting
down the years.
Tomblines for cause!
for ponder…
in hope of a compassionate
defining of “in vain.”
Prized
The faint blue smog of a conglomerate sky
celebrates.
Another Victory is won for the Big Boss.
Clone voices of all shapes and
sizes rally hard for
the Senseless Slaughter.
Born of false pretense and
the great American Dream.
Complex Fruit
Men are like kiwi
Women are like pineapple
Thus the complexity of fruit
Paranoia
I knew a man once who was
so suffocated by his own skin that
one day he just started running and
never stopped but
he ran so fast that
when he finally stood for a moment to
catch his breath he was
back where he started.
gasping for air.
This work received a Gold Award in The Scholastic Art & Writing Awards of 2002.
Before Dawn
Somewhere on the other side of the world,
he acknowledges the waning stars
with a casual wave of a tired hand
through the only unbroken window on his street.
His focus now returns to the words scrawled
in jagged spiral patterns around his arm—
images from three-nineteen a.m.—born of
caffeine nerves and the muffled resonance
of a pained creature shrieking
inside his skull.
One Nothing
I peeled back the covers
left nothing and its sweet form
to last while I walked
with uncertainty
past knowing and not knowing
what I was to do
with one less.
You own everything
sometimes
and don’t know what else
to do
but take it
until it stops being given
and soft skin
pushes back at you.
Forbid the thought
because nothing
is your savior today.
Your Last Winter
I fear the winter every day
and long for it to go away.
But all your fears are elsewhere now,
you’ll no more see the snow-tipped boughs
of trees that lost their yellow skin,
while you lost all but will to win.
I doubt that I could be so strong.
I couldn’t fight it for so long.
Yet fight you do, no sword to wield,
as you prepare for greener fields.
Where the leaves of trees are always bright.
Where it’s not too cold to sleep at night.
Your fears will soon be swept away,
but I’ll still be scared of winter days.
Pasado, Paradise, Passion
PASADO
My garden whispering passion down the track in the comfort of
memories
rock-and-roll.
PARADISE
The heart is dreaming of paradise deliciously intense cookie
crumbs of
peanut butter.
PASSION
A bad habit, like an endless burning passion,
Love.
The Telemarketer
Ring Ring
Hello
Hello, sir. May I have just five minutes of your time
Sure
Thank you very much
Click
He hung up the phone and felt a little bit older