Anything But a River

Can’t think of myself as the little river.
I’m not that free.

The Last Hallucination

I just don’t get
orange skies at night,
Are the oceans on fire?

Catch

Waitin’ for me to give him
The words I want to hear from
Him as husband and wife

Warm April

Boats back
On the dock
Rubbing sleepy eyes

Stacked That

No life
Is
Safe

Balance

Sweet
Stands on
Bitter’s shoulders

Peek a Boo Spring

Evening
With its tender light
Coddle this bruised peach

Stolen Tongue

So…

I can’t say its a miracle.

Life Blocks

Rotten banana peel
Blood clot on the sidewalk

Silencer

The snow performs.
Creep show.
Makes murder naked.