choking on words you said once
inked a thousand times over
carved out of my flesh
shoved down my smile

"Shut up and swallow. How does it taste?"
in silent repetition of beautiful pages
trading breath for pain
stolen from love regifted

it tastes like I'm dying
still looking for reasons to smile

A Sweet milk

can sour easy

in surp
of second thinking

The Past

a
skid mark
to lifes underpants

No target
bes greater

than
empty space
full of itself

On empty stage perform thy play
no actors gathered in the way

no audience to hear I say
on empty stage perform thy play

wink left
wink right
wink out of sight

plumage, veneer and levity


my new near and dear ones,
new to this fold of postage of poets
flaunting plumage and veneer,
do declare, now and in the hereafter:

I, a soul of brevity,
swear death to longevity,
all that I shall you provide,
is brevity, briefly eyeful with
a side-order of fulsome amounts
of witticisms of levi levity,
so we may enjoy our ride,
twogether,
short, sweet unto complete