June 30, 2013

Ghost in the lamp:
Buzz, buzz—
Oh I’m lanced by a filament
And become a crazed, burning smell.

June 23, 2013

The gray that your closed eyes see
Pens up leafing hierarchies
Behind escorts and stern banners
Joined to a wheeling procession.

June 20, 2013

Daylight spreads like a shivering harpy,
Wearies pursuit with tenacious chiding
Of every victorious ostentation
Barely warmed and clawing.

June 12, 2013

Your secluded eye as a scimitar bites
Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.