September 16, 2017 
Comments Off on Nit Picks
sometimes late at night
–when the outings are over
and only innings remain–
when the cheese toast
crafted from wondrously
white bread is smooshed
against his back
(his)
open face eyeing
sodden red-checked paper cloths
cracked plastic glasses
and shadows on the wall–
Nick’s picks seem
unfulfilling
–for all they stuff a
shallow wicker basket well–
and he questions his choices
questions that go unanswered
since molded Jello rings
seldom know
–for all they call the shots.
September 13, 2017 Comments Off on space-maker
for love,
and in love
I dwell in the
chambers of the heart. . .
the penthouse w skylight,
rooftop terrace,
and basement under
construction,
in these
for stories
I keep the
love letters of a life
–some tied with satin bow
–some written in blood
–some love’s opposite and
all of them verbose.
Papered walls
in vital rooms,
I pump them out
to exist!
prose not so much graffiti
as it is script
–dictated by Muse
it’s curious he
flubs lines
when
without him
–there is no
blueprint.
September 9, 2017 Comments Off on No L²
it makes sense.
found pennies
can be unlucky, too
wrong side
–facing you–
they tell a different tail
so best to leave lie
consider this a heads up
to you coin collectors
out there.
September 2, 2017 Comments Off on Faulkner-esque
a collector,
I thought to
winner.
Show her off
&
place her
among like
trophies
–tens
of tense,
and uniquely unaware, I
flubbed acceptance
speech
–since words
will err
and breathless, I
fell
(silent)
finished lines
missing me.
September 1, 2017 Comments Off on Ill Suited
I sifted
through my
sure-hurts,
picking
one that topped them all, I
jumped into well-creased
panics,
slid on
boo-hoo-hoots
–skipping socks,
certain there’d be plenty
in my daily
rue-tine.
August 26, 2017 Comments Off on Tart New Beau
If Cake is boss,
then Tart is manager…
the Perfect amount of sweet.
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