Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breathe You fell lightly down the dew covered well Like a broken feather your bones whistle Caught up in the wind of your end You forget why What irony It dispels all that is you Crack against the dry bottom It becomes useless...
Salt scraped from eyes Where, oh where are you Born with brittle sight I think no less Pitted spirit Left to mourn Broken nye Cast the mold of myself To make anew without you But spark no more, glazed the mind Meek no more, the shadow of my mold Always lined with vile self...
Though we all carry a hope for respite I wishful plight Remembered night Anon the sight We look yonder Away whence we came To houses new and glades green Forgotten childish play, childish toys The magic dies With a sigh Our skin crinkles Our eyes narrow Our souls crumble The magic dies Then child...
And therefore I walk down this road of broken glass It dulls my mind with the discord of this reddened symphony Lost is the string of the grey stained path The pavement is cracked The land is lost in the mirror of the glazed eye What have we song our lives to become How...
Lavish sensations Air devoured Your eyes drip expectation The aroma permeates Stealing every corner of your house It clings to the walls Teasing you with thoughts of mischief So you plead the like Please bruschetta, your favorite Or stuffed mushrooms, maybe chicken parmesan Can we say vegetables and herbs of the freshest sort Are...
Oh night, weary night Skip and hop my soul does wish But teary eyed of my spirit I lay awash with bed of dark Held in hands glimmer dark Such entities not to bear But strength the same Or power could it be Stretching thin the I Tender I feel Long path we tread...
Unfoldeth thou in the rend so jagged and dark But tinged it be with lines of red Glowing of a passage that may scorch the skin To bear this burden I must do much So I sling the bag over my back Throw the goggles over my eyes Check that all is prepared My...
Broken glass of heart I cannot tear away this gaze I am lost within myself While loved in nature’s tears How am I left But to myself to rend While my love screams my broken lament And I whistle mindless dissent For I sit without fear Or pain heart or tear Empty is the...
