Melodrama

These Furies that laugh in their sleep
are the last to be reached
in a chasm.
To...

The pelican is back. fussing the boat
with blank eyes, horizon-high
in the valley of...

the phone is at rest. just thinking about It.
just simmering in interruptions-
like a...

It's taking me over.
It's making me colder.
I never asked for this pain.
Let's go back...

loose bricks like a mutiny in bas relief
punching through a wall that haunts
their dreams....

Finding myself gasping for air
Lurking in the shadow of the thoughts
In the corners of my...

A question we all want to be asked ?
To answer 'no' would be hard to pass
Inquisitive by...

as the day dismounts and dark delights pendulum into view
after the keen glint of twilight...

time keeps pace with your forgetfulness
and sprints ahead of all recall
at a snail's...

Sundays are not those days
that follow Saturdays
nor those that precede Mondays
...

stuck in the garnet of my brisling withering
like a cold spell on a warm day
with a love...

when you have an inner diorama
destiny turns on the radio and laughs
at the sands foaming on...

reaper cupid, grim when the smile is a dart.
fumbling like a changeling on the cusp
of a...

it never works out. the ants eat the butterfly
and the world keeps turning on bitter dimes...

a robin has all the color red
for something you meant-
to be a blue sky on the tip
of...

when true love has gone
nothing remains

they can take
the sofa, the table, the...

Sometimes Life arrives on the wrong tide
and you flail with gibbon moons, choking on icebergs...