Poetry

The Fuel

On one side of the street, people crowd,

staring across at the house that is no longer there.

Shattered glass collects their expressions

and pours them into the ground, where the foundations

of the house still lie buried.

The oil worms its way up and swallows

this small taste of humanity,

before being sucked out by a pump

more insatiable than itself.

 

Poetry

Fancy words for little things

We can’t simply stand around

quoting the words of long-dead playwrights

whenever our lovers’ embrace crumples

under the weight of our hesitation.

I want to speak in my own tongues,

not someone else’s. How can their thoughts

be true to what I wish to convey?

Your muchness matches my muchness.

And I hope it will

forever.

Poetry

A List of Things I Saw Today

  1. Lightning webs across the night.
  2. Pale roots from a pot bound plant.
  3. Cactus spines used as game counters.
  4. Flaking paint in a newly decorated house.
  5. Stick figures animated with silly walks.
  6. Paint. Paint. Paint.
  7. Eyelids held fast to my eyes, sleep calling at every turn.