A Solemn Gift

Non-communicative, Crave communication,          Like collar bones,                      Cracker jacks,                                        Candy. Like a clenched fist,                          Dripping with brandy. It seemed to come in handy. The candy man came yesterday But all he left was the wrapping. A solemn gift for my collar bones,                                              Which remain                          empty.

Red Morning

Pain-brained with a lead foot. Hours lurch forward Toward leaky roof and cluttered floor I ask myself "what's the score?" My self answers, "two. One for each pill I've taken today." Doors closed when I wanted them to open But don't worry. I promptly pried open the windows they sealed shut To let in the … Continue reading Red Morning