they saw a glimmer of hope slicing through the water – no matter how they tried neither method nor container could clasp it – as a passing cloud settled overhead they lost sight of it – they’ve been searching ever since
Tag: Poetry
Alien Lights Just Before Daybreak
lights are so eerily beautiful early morning after a rain – serene haloed against the smoke and cobalt of a cloudy sky just before the sun burns it away – how they float with phantasmal grace against the ink of black pen stroke forestry – writhing on the pavements in halogen ecstasy quick silver tracing…
Against the Fissure
join hands grip tight while the ground splits – the rift expands splintering tectonic weight rumbling in low register roar – rolling ‘neath uncertain feet piling a coil of rough hewn ribbon erecting new rock faced monuments against the pressure – perhaps if we can hold on long enough we can weather the changes before…
Edging
i’m a man who likes the things in life i can’t have – the anticipation seizes me – fruit is never as sweet as before you taste it
A Walk at Midnight
took a walk at midnight mid december neath the full moon in open air past lonely cornfields barren cut to the quick at harvest – didn’t speak just kept walking through empty streets across from apartment complexes storage units street lamps desolate strip malls – i don’t like this world in the light of day…
Word Salad
hey read that draft you sent me have to say couldn’t hear your voice – i looked and looked but i couldn’t find you on the page – there were so many people shouting at me you were inaudible neath the cacophony – took me a while to chew through the word salad even with…
Lip Service
i get her on her knees and she won’t look at me but i’ll take what i can get these days i don’t get much anymore and it bothers me that it doesn’t seem to bother me like I think it should – even the tease of this wet mouth bobbing indignantly while tracing the…
Pathogen Rose
as much as it disgusts me i still love her – despite her infidelity the mind games the constant guilt i still look back on the good times – she shaped me groomed me helped me discover so much – introduced me to the highest highs the lowest lows guided me towards manhood – i…
The Grind
stopped in the parking lot dragging sore feet heavy foot falls clapping against creased crevassed asphalt – ankle clicking in time sharp and brittle treble cadence piercing the bass of blocky rubber soles – hope that isn’t too serious they don’t provide insurance
Piecework Prose 