Rivers run through my names, scoffing at the idea of unified identity and advantageous silt. Along one river is a boat named the Unbearable Blue. Named for Memory’s daughter – a blue so deep it makes me ache. My heart goes spastic. Horrendous banana flavored vanity leaks out on the floor like an unsupervised ocean. Help. The sharks are here with their collection of teeth and wits.
Tag: short poem
Hurricanes
Weather winds wistfully
Through corridors of old moonlight,
Fall falling through me
And sinking into the floor.
It’s hurricane season.
My umbrella gave me the finger
And then disintegrated.
Rain runs over me in rivulets,
Tiny rivers of life landing
Where they can do no good.
Hungry Scavengers
Calligraphy of rain,
Gentle messages stolen from a cloud,
A mother sacrificing her life
For future generations of mothers.
Spilling overtures of relief go door to door
To every blade of wheat.
Only the scavengers will go hungry this year
Unfamiliar Color Pink
The tongue over the unfamiliar color pink.
Under the indulgent skin,
cunning.
Dead
Dead now, I move to the grass
and develop a conscience like film.
Miniature Moon 