The SeraphsOh, Dolores…The Seraphs
I’ve become illuminated
By the way your sallow stockings
Slouch below the knee and past
Mine eyes.
Once the playground swings sense stillness, Again, I sin. Once more, for you.
These twin flames, they herald the way My tongue climbs my teeth, my mind winds your ringlets. When the sweets of your saccharine lips
Unwrap my conscious and send me careening, Girl-child, I shan’t very well eat for days.
You demand little but the dewdrops, Craning a coltish neck to meet
My weathered chest whilst you linger,
Back Door ExitI’m hale and hearty, for I no longer grieve,Back Door Exit
But each today, schoolgirls desiccate
To deserts. They stagnate far from expansive
Televisions, where the hero of
Their darling hour sweeps his damsel, yet crashes
An adjacent skyscraper.
You, my posthumous felon, perch bedside
Some capricious moons, expounding,
Decelerating. I’m a truth-seeker, you’re
A bard. It leaves us wondering what you might
Have done, or what we can’t vanquish.
As you plant this first flag, claiming
These erratic night skies, my eyelids often
Quiver, hop
The Medicine CabinetShe existed by the river, Mystical, hypnotized. Murky undertones are colorful When sailing in this rough ocean.The Medicine Cabinet
She’s only been the remedy he reaches when he's dizzy. He recovers, she’s back on the ledge in his room. It's an incomparable feeling, The spiral of their chance.
He was just a silent song she penned, A raw quarter note on a page, An abstract figurine she fashioned from clay, Craving her wild flare.
Money Under The MattressI am a crooked freedom hater, My whispers howl at the moon.Money Under The Mattress
I'm introduced as the Magnolia tree, I sip an herbal brew, I'm elegiac, oh, I press onwards.
Yes, nothing is sustainable,
But I prowl the streets by dusk.
These fabulous wonders glitter my fingers, Black vinyl waits in suspense. A baby screams,
A trite youth rips from the earth. Red ribbons grow from soil.
My thoughts lay in imminent tandem, Yet I have drunk my work deep and dry - Dregs remain. I lift my cross and saint you bloody, Though only Mary knows how.
