Was the demon at the steering wheel
on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.
I, impatient with passion,
was shadow chained to his sin.
With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate” →
the beautifully tragic
miming merriment faker
riding her own merry-go-round
silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored” →
sliding over sand
in an upturned seashell
like a lighthouse tossed into the midnight sea, Continue reading “Sea-Found” →
It was a gravity crashing,
kind of morning
as a kaleidoscope of spinning planets Continue reading “Life’s Detour” →
I know it’s somewhere I shouldn’t be
pawning away my heart
on a secret sidelined spending spree.
But I’m over waiting for that break in traffic
to re-order my life in a closed-up drive-thru. Continue reading “Indebted Luck” →
as a recycled relic
alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick
just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance
where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral
where the tick crawls on that walled clock of damned denial Continue reading “Finding Lost” →
It used to be… Continue reading “Closed Gate” →
Toes to the edge, arms wide
& upon butterfly wings, I dive Continue reading “No Explanation” →
Silence has a scent.
It’s where dust settles and breezes still. Continue reading “Scent of Silence” →
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