Author: admin

nipple
power is gone; instead, the sea
outside me tonight is a sucking ebb
and flow, the sunset blush no longer
a burst of joy on my chest

I don’t know where
your car is parked
and I sense that you
don’t either.

A poem summons me
to converse
with her

“The ‘path’ comes into existence only when we observe it.”
—Werner Heisenberg

I will give you myself
for free
for a chance to
click my heels

It was the way she stumbled through the door
The redness of her hazy eyes,
The thinness of her voice
slurring sounds that made no sense

He freefalls
draws us
into downward spiraling
so fast we hold our breathing

The orange sits in its fleshy shell growing sweet over time,
and the bear sleeps for months.

Are you really singing
good morning, good morning, good morning?

A sixth sense, a disquieting flutter of wings
beats within us; the ghosts of past lives
attempting to instill lessons lost

How to deport an alien to Constellation Orion or send
The undocumented back to the North Star?