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Cheers and thank you to Kelly Fitzharris Coody for publishing five of my poems at her site Sick Lit Mag recently…
Empty Electronic
Flash drive oblivion
white washed
with scarlet light fever
soothing the scabs
with a salve of scratches
down
to the bone
that grinds to dust
that fades to dirt
that dances on the ash
and laughs
with full moon madness
under pulsing stars
puncturing black holes
in the empty night
while webs
of electric sirens
sing woven psalms
across the sky
But
I am not in love,
and so I have
no one
to whom
I can write a love song.
But her hair was lovely,
and her smile was amber honey.
But her lust was eager,
and her comfort was an even greater gift.
I cannot remember
the way electric currents
traveled from
her fingertips
to mine.
But her skin was a garden,
and her light was purely born within.
But her breath was an ocean,
and her voice was soft whispered lilacs.
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Cheers and thank you to Jade Blackmore for featuring three of my poems at her site Venus in Scorpio this week…
Looking for a Cherry
Vonnegut said,
so it goes.
So it did,
so it does,
so it ever will.
I suppose some truths
just can’t be topped.
Pulpit
There are some people who preach love
but the message is hollow
because they do not first love themselves
There are others who preach love
and it is genuine
but they are naïve
and so it does not spread
I guess the point is:
If you want to change the world
shut up with all the preaching
and just start living it
Heart-Shaped Phoenix
Cobain quoted Young by writing,
it’s better to burn out
than to fade away.
I would suggest
that there is plenty
of gasoline to go around…
so we can dance
around these flames
for quite awhile
before our little hearts
have had their fill
of fiery fun.
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