DEATHS

deaths
Cherry

WHIMS

Whims

TIME

I riddle-poem about a force beyond our control.
Cherry

Abeyance.

Sitting in abeyance. My life on perpetual hold; the cold air forcing me to hunch up for warmth. Another cigarette... I fondle the packet lovingly, opening and closing the lid,

perfect imperfections.

I am a flower with missing petals, my stem bent and leaves a color of grace and delight. I am beauitful, yet ugly as my flaws seek a beauty they don't have.

Night Rides

Two men prowl the streets under the cover of darkness.
Cherry

Shoelaces

She said she wanted someone’s shoelaces and everyone laughed. It was hot by the pool and everyone was drunk.

Why the hell would I do that?

And that’s not all she told me, said Haiafan. No? I said. No. Go on, then, I said.
Cherry

That’s what August is

Harmony came into the kitchen wearing a white vest top and nothing else, singing something about Billy Joe Macalister jumping off a bridge. You’re chirpy, I said.

AN ODE TO WARTS

spots on the apples small greyish white lies the mouse in the house vapid pop-celebrity worship too many drinks now and then sleeping on the carpet the way the cosmic company

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