The fear is absolute:
faces pale as the milk of death,
the inverse of the milk of human kindness.
A haunting sorrow binds the wounds,
...
I went to your funeral
dressed in my favorite pair of jeans.
The mourners whispered sharply, even though
I dyed them to make them extra black.
...
There's no way to be ready
for what life will give you.
They say love is blind,
but it has 20/20,
...
Forgive of me my poison pen
Venomous and bitter
You and I now poison friends
So much to consider
...
We're stuck in a quagmire of broken wishes and crushed dreams.
Despite all metamorphosis, or maybe because of, nothing's as it seems.
The standoffish are afraid of showing dishabille.
The entropy accelerates, and we're all too numb to feel.
...
Life bites like a vampire bat,
and changeling is my middle name.
The old blind man plays the blues,
shades of cerulean, sky, navy, and charcoal.
...
Math class boredom enumerates;
arc angles, release me.
Oh my, I’m mistaken!
This secret tryst of x, i, and pi
...
I am a coffeemaker.
Thoughts bubble and percolate,
steam pours from my ears.
Constantly caffeinated, a little fragile,
...
I can’t say it.
Those three words you long for.
Don’t make me.
If I say it, the bond will hurt worse
...