My mind is mindful.
Yours is dreaming of bread.
I have a pink envelope.
Inside,
An illegible letter to the lusts of love,
And a silver coin.
Above my furtive seekings,
My want soaked lace,
My cutlery colored currency,
The Watcher mends His watch,
The gears gnashed, our teeth gnashed.
Tag: micropoetry
Embers
The World Was a Water Balloon
The hemispheres split apart like a ruptured balloon,
Miniature miracles and fog and Monday specials spilling out
like water.
Who tore my world open
for black widows, coupons, and dew?
I did not know the world was a water balloon
in the backyard of a playful, rogue child.
Breath of a Moth
Scent of Sun
Peace
frigid submarines slice the sea,
slit peace open like a package
but there is nothing inside
but a long wait for the tide to come in
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.
Revolution
A ladder leans against a frightened wall.
Baffled, the chair still waits for a piece of ass.
See the mobs bare brained fury.
The calligraphy of torch light against suspicious dark?
Language
Ermine sentences burrow in the dark
in the field where no one listens.
I will dig them up,
roll them in my palms,
use and abuse them.
Miniature Moon 