My Poetry

One in the Morning (A Ghazal)

One in the Morning.   One hundred dollars to be loved for one hour by a woman named Beloved.   The volume on the rental car radio is turned all the way down to one as you   and her wrinkle the leather in the backseat with your naked, dry flesh. One   time when… Continue reading One in the Morning (A Ghazal)

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A Pantoum on Infestation

The burgundy bugs crawl all around in my brain. Dancing under the pink meat of my face. Their little sticky, sinister feet march again and again. If I wasn’t insane I’d probably feel the bass   of their feet dancing under the pink meat of my face. Chomping on the raw insides of my cheeks… Continue reading A Pantoum on Infestation

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Sonnet 2: The Blues

Sonnet 2: The Blues  A blue butterfly landed on my windowsill last night and I let him in because you had the same eyes.   But his skin was blue and yours was black but your aura had a blueness to it.   Do you still feel that way sometimes Blue?   You never told… Continue reading Sonnet 2: The Blues