I know the past
She fears the future
We touch the present
A heart weighed w/ envy
Two minds dulled by drink
& spirits unduly composed
There’s a reserve on her soul.
The debt is due
& must be paid
Sad Amelia
Come back in
feel the sun on your nose
The iron roses bloom
Live stream your dreams
The Judge
awaits a testimony
The burning brook
has breathed new life
into the loam
Do you feel the mycelium grow?
Therapists act
like clerics
as they poke holes
into thick air
& shed stiff skin
Remember how you bleached
your jewelled hair on those
blackberry winter mornings?
Amelia
Don’t take the dive
The vegetable summer’s arrived
Listen to the gardener scream
Witness & lover
to her twilight
I wish we weren’t so alike
She has nothing
more to give & no one
to provide relief
Her body is warm.
Upright. Silent.
Her matted blonde hair
Her coarse weathered skin
Passing through the storm
Tomorrow
She has pledged to drown the muse.
I don’t know if I am ready.
