For All Those Lost Poppies

sheet metal bent backwards like contortionists in the circus trade the third avenue subway tricks my feet into floating tunnelling under...

like clay might hang when suspended by your ire sliced by two wires the wooden handle returns to the same place after you've cut through me

Feathered wings, curl around me. Cradle my cotton skin  So tightly in your bassinet, That no harm will ever come to me; Not again. Feed...

Myopic and old, These words arrive  Through a purple mist. Bending together In blue and red waves — Their pixelated motorcade Dances...

Mouths open to speak But eyes say more than words can Learning how they talk Much needed whispers Gingerly float through the air Smiles...

like rolling meadows of wildflowers that seem to go on forever like the way spring arrives on a warm blue day in April like the grass...

Tapping the vein, Your needle shoots deep — Passing through the stem And into the soft white flesh That lies beneath my paved skin....

Breathe in, she said — Inhale those white lace clouds And consume them; As they do you. Infuse them like chamomile In your watery skin,...

Helpless, Like the snow coming down From the clouds — Directionless, And bereft of intent. From one state To another — Sky to ground, And...

Before you know it, Your dying violets claw themselves back to life And lock you up inside their anodynic lullaby. Softly humming Their...

And just like that — Thoughts of you run through me Like a river — So much so, That my imagination fails me. Near, but not quite....

A thousand soft knives  Caress me as I fall,  With knees and elbows  Doubled over  In their knotted arms.  They hold me so gently,  Those...

Comets dance — Pouring stars all over the world. Softly erupting in sympathy With my sleeplessness in sight; The sky’s drenched in tar....

Forget, And wash your weary eyes out With village prayers. A benediction of wishful thinking Huddled around a raging fire, For three long...

Black tea eyes, Steep into me — And flow through my words Like capillaries on the page; To unfold over the sky. Buying time with a sip As...

drunk, drunker than you could ever make me,  that’s what I am now.  a mess of colours,  siphoning my sorrow away.

it’s another day, another moment of silence before waking up, again to the endless noise below that rattles, and shakes the sand from...

leaves gather outside my apartment every morning now,  in little piles of gold, they arrive still so gingerly on the ground.  it is...

Overlooking frosted panes — Out, over the bland concrete stables, I try to see your face — in Where the green mist collapses into My...

As black gives way to blue, amber ichor  Pours through the slits of my curtains — Stinging my unopened eyes, with a dreadful optimism....