My tears flowed.
As if the stones had struck every one of them,
They were tearful themselves.
Tag: micropoem
The Making of a Biography
Letters overtake me,
Solid empty book that I am.
U kisses me,
I abuses me.
Synchronicity of text makes
My whole story work together
Like a glass machine.
But it isn’t about me.
Book of uneditable extractions.
Micro Poem
I am tucked in beneath my lid,
the jar lined with velvet.
The Gift
She offers him day and night.
He leaves her with a gift
that reminds her of being happy.
The World May Follow Fire
Depression
Beneath sinister stars
I am attacked by sunset
stealing my hope at gunpoint.
God I am terrified of the back of my eyelids
MicroPoem
Cold shaped eyes stare
from the bottom of the well.
Politics
Politics
The powers that be
are skipping rope on my dead lawn
are high on a Sunday.
Hold the Kool Aid.
Hold your nose.
Now drink deep.
Justice
Yellow
Miniature Moon 