"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, August 20, 2012

With Words You Kill.

Soft verbal irony
goes a long way
to beating down
my heart.
Though,
I'm not sure
this vicious sarcasm
counts as satire
because
it slices too deep
and leaves me
face down
on
cold
wet
concrete.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Things Come Together.

Things come together
before they fall apart.
It's what causes us to fear
loss
what causes us to do
crazy things.
We too will fall apart
one day
just as we came
together.

Toes.

Toes gripping
the edge of the stairs--
if I lean forward I will fall
crumple
end.
It's tempting to try.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Strange Feelings.

Passing boxes,
focused on the task you demand
we brush hands,
and I feel
something
I have never felt before.
A warm comfortable ache.
A deep firm embrace.
A kindred spirit
perhaps
I feel
something
I have never felt before.