Saturday, December 31, 2011

PLUNGE SINK DROWN


Singed breath and twitching limbs in
Liquid sleep gushing onto ‘morrow
With blended dreams of rage and longing

A cloudy morn in its ebb
A tortured night in its tide

What would it take to get over that smile?

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

STRANGE

Why conduct a cacophony
Of my unrequited longing?
O! Not all love need be declared
Some sorrows may suffer smiling
And so I'm strange, as a stranger
Should be. Strange, thy name is me.