Wrap crystals
and weave catchers
Collage horoscopes
upon mirrors and
hang crosses around
necks, Pin ribbons
over hearts
Hold breaths
passed yards
Forsaken graves
Jump over chasms
and expect loved ones
to be saved
Something to assure
dreams are caught
fortunes are bought
and the flair
matches the girl
Kissing wounds
and pretending
lips aren’t just as tainted
We all want something to
believe in, A cure-all
cocktail to pat the heads
of insecurity, Sedated
while the renegades spin gold
out of straw

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There’s a honey bee
floating in the locket
between her cleavage
and tourmaline pendant

Allergic, she says
A warning call casket
to drive away the
devils sting

An amulet to protect
A pendulum to deflect
She’s got a trophy
around her neck

and poison
up her sleeve

Curb Appeal


The cat’s holding
too many tongues
Haunches braced
Kickbacks poised
Trench coats falling open
trying to sell us somethin’
Tell the patrons to
empty their pockets
Twist the arms
out of socket
Rally the streets
Clear the throats
Busker these grounds
These twisted tassels
fallen from spirals, bound
Prop an easel
Let’s stay a while
Watch the bounty
grow decimals
over words

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shedding light

I wrapped autumn
prematurely inside
long sleeved fibers
and pre sunset fires
swallowed her in lattes
too hot and whiskies
too cold, coated her
burnt palettes along
cocoon ridden foliage
who pressed the
season tightly
between cracked
fingers and tired bones
huddled, hidden beneath
hammock lulls of
tight hugging scarves
and close knit comforts
I twisted autumn
into a savory hymn
that escapes my lips
through whispered
braided her into
strands that strengthen
with each breath of
the changing winds
and I plucked her skin
so I could find my way
back, once again

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Wit’s End

Stash places
are growing slim now
depleting, retreating
behind the teeth of
an unruly tongue
Fruits from bottoms
of chins
dripping, missing
pearly gates
Fraudulent states
Hidden, written
in the way he greets
Handshakes lie
in favorite grips, drips
Broken faucets
swirling, twirling
into rusty miracles
and then staining
the porcelain we’ve
scrubbed so clean
In so deep
the carousel has
lost its luster and
your old friends wrap
you ‘round and ‘round
Playing the hometown
jester, Yes
wit’s end has become
our front porch and
these steps are
separating between
opposing doors

There must be some place
where mere happenstance allows
for the crossing of paths,
the dance of two beating hearts.
In another life,
we will kiss like a promise
no one dares break.
In another universe,
we will know how to touch
without burning.
Somewhere, we are happening.
Take me there.

take me someplace with us in it, inklustt (via inklustt)

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Fly Free

Dear lost soul,
Let your light shine
so bright that the memories
reflect off of lips with reassurance and
and acceptance, Burn so strong that
the warmth grasps our hearts
Coercing the heaviness to
lift above and reside in the
branches that dance over our
grievance as we smile through the
heartache and laugh through the
remembrance that quakes through
the ground we tread so lightly
Let your spirit reside in the very
earth that we breathe and may your
memory fill our lungs as we
exhale our goodbyes in celebration
of a life so cherished

Pins & Needles

Entering the last
days of summer
with a pale body and
rogue wave realizations, I
grip blind spots
like hop scotch
with too much runway
and not enough heart
—I give the finger to
a rusty mini van and
foolishly let the frustration
carry me to work, Swearing
that these city pavements
have got to have something
that’s better than this, —I
have an itch, but my lungs pinch
like jellyfish tendrils
a sting for each wrong
answer —I watch
as they shorten months
packing them into coolers and
SUVS, letting the season
define their actions and I
can’t help but to ponder Fall-
ing into the fires of another
crispy autumn

Old Flame

Cicada whispers
through the twilight of
these darkened alibis
bending ferns
over careless calves
and woodpile memoirs
Emerald bandages
Forgotten fuel
Finger traced outlines
in corkscrew qualms
Wielding ignition with
shared limbs, Serenaded
between the kindling
of hide and seek and
the fires we desperately
wish to re-greet
White noise, tossed
like flattened stone
skimming the mid year
with condolences and
aggravated ripples
Drowning those whispers
with crooked doses
of appeasement


Bind, intertwine
lawns that
spread between
the boundaries of
our growing distrust
Cutting wrists
of sulking indifference
and once
guilty consciences
hang, white knuckled
upon the clotheslines
of our intuition, the
exhausted sounds
will fray heart strings
into chords, Congesting
the sputtering, muttering
winds, Voiced through
picket fences we took
for granted, Yes
when the guilty
hang like flags
aside the pupils of
our tribulations, the
lids will sag beneath
the weight of
dirty laundry and
unraveled lies


She’d become preoccupied
with the way
time lines fell short, Weaving
in and out nights where she
flitted her wings down to
ragged points, And
in the days she felt like leaving
she fell
She fell weightlessly
into the thicket well beyond words
The earth, warm
Gentle against beating chests
The sunlight
swaying, grazing
outlines between
exhausted plights, And
in the moments she felt like flying
she stood
She stood graciously
against doubt, Grounded
with broken wings and open arms