365 days a year.
52 weeks.
Every day mouth opened.
Yawning wide
Letters fly in.
Hand hewn,
Seed of the soul
Love letters
I embowel.
Buried deep
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Mercy for the Reaper
I met him on the corner of Second and Main
One afternoon, walking home from nowhere.
He stood so still, I tried not to stare.
Benjamin Knight, military sniper, code-name Reaper.
In his voice I heard dark rooms filled with secret deserts
And the sound of bones breaking from
The mercenary desolation of subsisting.
But in his eyes I saw the shadows, darker than any nightmare,
Splinter around the dreams he keeps locked away.
The Importance of Being Unbroken
White crayon on white paper,
Seems pointless doesn’t it;
Little more than a place holder.
But open up a new box of 24
Crayola crayons to find that tip broken
And the whole box feels used.
Invisible
I hate to admit that some days I think I’m invisible.
At my core I’m introverted and admittedly
Sometimes I come across as anti-social;
But what else am I to think
When even my imaginary friends
Stop talking to me?
Fool Me Twice
Honey, bring me the sunset in a coffee cup.
Pour this ceramic vessel to the brim
Of a technicolor sky.
As the sun falls, dip dying the horizon
In Valentine hearts, monarch’s wings, and lilac petals,
Make me a promise to leave
A salt stained mattress at the place of impact.
An eight foot trampoline speckled with melted water balloons
From childhood games.
Return to me the sexuality of youth’s first love,
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