Soon after
Her vampire kisses
Injected sweet lust
Into my veins

She peeled apart
My aorta
Like pulled pork

And vanished
With the last fragments
Of
Whatever heart I had.

Daylight Spirals Into
Late Afternoon Rain
There's Laying Water
That's Unable To Drain
But Its Just A Reflection
As Winter Arrives
In Copper Mirrors
Under Mackerel Skies

When air becomes breath,
Love submits to valves pounding.
Horn sounds, soul music.

Spacetime warps round her,
Moons colliding, suns implode.
Black hole siren song.

Words die little deaths,
Hopeful kamikaze runs,
Endings on windscreens.

a small
millennium house
much younger than it looks

a worn brick frame
skirted by a quaint, welcoming
red mulch garden

lace and fine gilt bone china
tucked away in
innumerable glass-fronted
cherry cabinets
bathed in the peachy florida light
streaming in through
clustered windows
framed by luscious,
flowing cloth drapery

pears soap,
soft, satin water,
and ceramic figurines
of angels and saints,
hares and doves

biblical verse, hung on the walls
and photos of relatives
i’ve never met

cushy, paisley-patterned sofas,
always something on the stove

flower arrangements on the mantle
aside a baldwin upright

no, this is not home.
but regardless, i know that here,
i will
always be welcome