I know the past
She fears the future
We touch the present
A heart weighed w/ envy
Minds soaked in drink
Two spirits unduly composed
There’s a reserve on her soul.
The debt is due
& must be paid
Aphrodite
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?
Don’t take the dive
The vegetable summer’s arrived
Listen to the gardener scream
Witness & lover
to the twilight
I wish we weren’t so alike
She has nothing
more to give & no one
provides relief
Her body is warm.
Arrested. Silent.
Her matted blonde locks
Her coarse weathered skin
Pass through the storms
Tomorrow
She’s pledged to drown the muse.
Not one here is ready.
