Death
the hand of darkness
dragging down the daylight as
the sun lies dying
–
ruthless sun-
vultures wait
in the thermals
Category Archives: Broken
Barbershop
the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor
–
afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors
Kindness
she gives him her name-
for a just moment they share
their humanity
–
snow covered sidewalk-
she wraps her dog
in the blanket
Gone
on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time
–
endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand
Were
the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise
–
so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon
Donor
wordlessly I watch
as with the greatest of care
you remove my heart
–
rising from the fog-
taking breaths
that are not my own
Hospital
uncomfortable chairs-
the smell of antiseptic
I’ll never forget
–
sheets of rain-
footsteps echo off
glazed white tile
Corruption
a waking nightmare-
here monsters fear to tread
into the darkness
–
black water-
probing the depths
of depravity
Alcohol
tongue already sharp
another shot of bourbon
hones the razors edge
–
rain slicked asphalt-
streetlights glare
in the gutter
Hope
approaching midnight-
hoping for the winds of change
to blow strong this year
–
fading daylight-
the future pinned
to our youth