Hot Monochrome

She is streamers
She is stars
She is the red that sustains Mars
Bars don’t exist
On her heart

She is steadfast
She is dangling
She is silver-Mediterranean
Alien and best friend
Alike

She is words
She is breath
She is life seducing death
Express your intent
So to stay

She is present
She is feathers
She is coppery hot weather
Whether you like that
Or not

Webster’s Hill

Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations

I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”

You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition

I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew

Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you

What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages

What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?

It Kills Me

I cannot remember the words

The top-ten song that found us there, together again that night

A vintage crimson string, tethering us to our wild years

All we knew in common, refined in the storm of them

I sang to you in the sheets we shared

That now escaped melody, I swear to you, sugar, it kills me

If you heard me, say you remember the words

Avoidant

The usefulness of tears
Like goodtime words
During midnight promises
Overrated, I promise

Necessary, nonetheless
When human tendency
Atom energy
And Universe certainty

Collide

Re: Incarnate

Memo to self:

When the sun goes down on all he said
I ask why
The battering continues

That the night, without reason
Brings more questions than respite
Is the very reason
I forsake
The bruises and words of him
This, our second time around