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.
Tag: micropoetry
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.
The Saccharine Weight of Responsibility
Ribbons of dreams are wrapped around my wrists.
pressure so sweet.
The saccharine weight of responsibility
straddles my chest.
Don’t free me from my desires
to feed me to my needs.
The Jaws of a Dinosuar
Your Eyes Are So Loud
A Baby Licking His Mother’s Paintings
My Hips
Ice So Faithless
Polite Fire
Teeth So Mean
Miniature Moon 