BREATHING ASHES

Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes Wooden stakes Carved into words Skewering insides Turning logic Into a constant Trickling streams Of overdosed panic Invisible blood Flows thick Drawing poison From weak souls Until the puss Runs sticky And thoughts sit Restless In puddles Of old and dried Scabby wounds Until remorse Draws clarity…

BIG ETHEL’S VACATION

It has been awhile since I have written a duet with anyone. Thank you Byron Hamel for making this one amazing. She smiles down Her warmth unseen But undeniable Her wings Gust softly Turn the world She is the artist Sculptor Raising mountains Painter Coloring the sea Rejoicing She descends To further gift This beautiful…

SMALL SKELETONS

  We sat silent And content With eyes Still full of sleep Waiting for the bus The sky was still dark Like it usually is Because school Starts way too early And we listened As the wind Kicked up the leaves Newly crisp and dead From Fall’s bully breath They sounded Like skeletons Dancing On concrete Sidewalks And…

THEN YOU WILL…

Alarm goes off and you get your eyes unglued It’s time to get your little monsters out of bed You get them showered, fed, dressed, packed You walk the dog in fuzzy slippers to the bus Where you send the kids off with a loving fuss Get back home where you feed the puppy dog…

MASCULINE FEMINIST

Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…

THIS FINAL HOUR

I hide in the corner Under cobwebs As demons swarm The summer night I watch them As they sing off key A sinister lullaby And steal fire From candlelight And like magic Other universes Appear in misty Shadows dancing On the lawn A final party In this final hour Has finally begun  

ABANDONED ROOM

I wrote this over 2 years ago. Life does continue on. Don’t stay in that old room with old memories for too long. Lot’s of new memories to be made! Coffins line eroded walls Like blackened bloody bricks And webs that spiders spun Have long ago lost their stick She is aware she is breathing…