poetry

Colors

you sense my hesitation. good. This is the color of DREAM we are children, unseeing we open our eye unlocking the verse and meter of the universe. This is the color of FORGET it is here look closer. this is the color This is the color of SAD baby girl, club-footed opens her eyes. pressed between hot …

Wednesday

I hum and beep at my master, but he does not listen. He pounds on my keys furiously, typing out insubstantial things, embedding himself in the abstract. I creak and moan. I shout to him, “Go outside! Go play! It’s too nice to sit here all day!” He doesn’t hear, just continues …

incense

fresh smoke squirms through our sacred window, pierces yesterday's angel those words, salt your voice, awake my flesh, dried a raw monopoly of god