Fair

taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge

the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt

Vapors

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul

whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

Awake

slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you

cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone

Tarn

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Transience

stoic in the sun-
sand awaiting ruin from
the approaching tide

tenuous footprints-
a shimmering surf
over amber sands

Abuse

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch

black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

Lost

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive

dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

Disgust

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings

a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish

Damage

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust

acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

First Date

deep mahogany-
my smile as you ease over
the worn brown leather

your auburn hair-
easy small talk
over peanuts