Sunday, 29 November 2015

StarFish Shoe

You hoped it could not
happen to you, a conversion,
a pervision, starfish shoe.

Let me save you
time, within your watery shrine,
salvation was not fashioned
for the likes of you.


Monday, 23 November 2015

magie

your words,
my carpet ride
air teased sweet
by moths in flight,
the moon a street lamp,
stolen light.

Monday, 9 November 2015

death and the maiden revisited

did you kill her, the girl
found tagged and boxed?

a November 30th
pre-paid gift,
uncasted, untasted

left chastely to taunt.

Saturday, 7 November 2015

inexplicable

Light dims
as is
its wont

The connected
stay connected;
the disconnected
melt

down until
your meager want
merges with my colossal
and monstrous doubt.