The Sweetest Skies
Woke up early in the morning
Selfish
Standing before me with a stream of crimson leaking, dripping from your fists.
Our reflection in shambles.
Your eyes once brown now drowning in a deep blueness.
I'm sorry.
You aimed for me. I tried to fight but instead I let us suffer the blow.
I'm sorry.
My reflection trying to desperately reattached what's surely broken for good.
I can't try nor will I.
I'm sorry.
O Sparrow Adorned
Flitting, chirping, singing
Not a care for anything,
Adorned to perfection, nary a need,
Provision thus a wing and a seed.
My Neighbor’s Cthulhu
My neighbor’s Cthulhu pooped on my lawn again. He denied it; said it was the pomeranian from across the street. But do pomeranians crap green toxic sludge that kills the grass and burns a fucking hole in the ground? I think not.
The Unknown
a weather-beaten door
i knocked on it several times
but no answer
“The old man passed away last month,”
said his neighbor
Beneath a Feral Moon
Within this feral light, we bleed;
blood runs cold until it burns.
Revealing urges that dispel
this sterile night, we breed,
becoming other, not what we seem.
Our true nature? Secret until revealed.
Feral instincts rise and then we feed. . .
blood seeps, cold, your eyes. . .that silent scream.
S.O.S.
Ship of specie.
Clarence
After a lifetime of farming,
tending land and animals,
you retired.
Replacing the rich smell of dung
with the moist scent of sawdust,
you took up hammer and chisel
to become a carpenter.
You said, half-joking,
it was the best way
to stay out from underfoot.
You told that to a reporter from Ames.
