uttering goodbye, not a word spoken. passing like arthritic memories into an impassive night. dull ache, throbbing in the tender bones of a lonely soul. a quiet agony, written on a pale face wracked with demons. each reflection given a name and lodging. a heart divided, unable to stand. torn, stolen by the wind.
Tag: Relationship
Nature’s Kiss – A Sonnet
the taste of persimmon after the frost its sugar clinging to my yearning lips born of a precious seed once be’lieved lost concealed within a field of rosen hips a musky perfume hangs upon the air arisen from a garden doused in dew the tender tended fruit does swell and flare as the silken petals…
He, She & the Smoking Bishop – A Blank Verse Poem
and their cries echoed with the ringing bells as christmas crested on the chilly breeze heated words hung with odious timbre boiling over like spiced wine ‘pon a flame just as potent yet not so fragrant nor as sweet as black liquorice and peppercorn christmas spirits lacking complexity mulled with bitter words dripping acidic as…
Avaricious Flame – A Haiku
avaricious flame nipping at the falling rain a kiss from my love
An Uncomfortable Affair – A Haiku
sitting together an uncomfortable affair painful memories
At Least
she messaged me for awhile but i guess she lost interest in me a sharp pain explodes in my chest however briefly replaced soon with numbness i don’t know if it’s more of shame or disappointment of bleeding heart or bruised ego wounded pride turns to cool indifference and the heat in my cheeks fades…
Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento
she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…
The Miles Between Us
i walked in behind her carrying a distended plastic sack bulging with all manner of goods and produce not saying a word as she removed her coat in a single sudden motion maintaining a stolid steady stride straight into the bedroom slamming the door shut behind her. – i stood there as the echoes of…
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…
Piecework Prose 