Cave
Light struggles to enter here
abandoned on a whisper
of never no not ever
We light a fire and pray
the gods will secure us
to the good life
Love Happiness Health
but greed conquers most
leaves the rest with hope
covered in moth holes
Fragments
Wonder lies beneath the soft bed
trap door in the floor
glazed-over eyes watch
the film of life
cloudy brazen
hard to stop in the basement of grief
loud and explosive
ears covered to avert trauma
clowns’ red noses humble
the eyes and heart
Honeymoon Cage
Where you’re stuck
like a stiletto in mud
from the beginning, love
not what you saddled up
before saying I do,
until you didn’t.
Forge ahead, cradle
all that causes you
not to spill your will
before a track laid
for escape into uncertainty
you no longer fear.
Notes from a Funeral
Turn of the body from fluid
to inanimate does not limit
the memories of said body
in motion or in silence.
Carnations wither,
faces in the crowd leak tears,
mascara streaked to a Pollock.
Limbs move without direction.
Splatter ashes on a canvas,
careening to the brutal edge.
Life moved from one stage
to a smaller notion of time.
I’ll whisper in your ear,
a teapot hissing your song.
Offerings
Vision in the eye of a tornado
Whispers in the blare of a siren
Warm fire in a winter storm
Net cast over the pit
Safety of home in the chaos
Hands that hold not hit
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