Caress

By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.

By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.

I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »

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Fear

Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast

with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.

Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-

he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.

You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house

as he leaves.

Announcement!

Hi everyone,

I’ve shared a poem on this blog every Friday for a while now, but I’m going to scale back. I want to maintain a sense of control over this blog, and I want to post excellent work that will be well-worth your time.

Between my main profession and some career development I’m working on there, as well as other aspects of growing my writing career, and you know… life… I don’t currently have time to give a weekly poem of the quality I want these posts to be at.

I’m going to cut back to every other Friday for now. Thanks as always for reading! See you next week! 😉

Carrie

I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,

but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.

Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary

aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.

the remnant condemned

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.

I don’t know why.

 

a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town

the ashes of a house

 

I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.

 

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.

And I do not know why.