Saturday

 

the evening swallows 

           her fears 

takes the darkness away

as the moon rises 

her soul touches

secrets the stars hide

  when the winter

snow falls she 

     knows the Angels 

will come home


with velvet 

     grey clouds 

the flowers grow through

    seven years

    with his quaint 

touch only the 

crescent

     m o o n 

could feel


 

 

patrons of the 

Wolf Moon 

cry-

   after the 

black sheep are

laid to rest,

of course.


with nothing 

to be said.

  Peculiar thoughts

spread 

    thin,

across 

hot months

suns of 

August take the 


whisper to the

wind.

 


knocking 

these thoughts

down my 

   r

     a

         in 

s p l a t t e r   on 

the kitchen floor

i begin to shake

 J U N E.

maleficent 
love
beautiful 
    before
her-
she stands 
on the horizon
all i see
is her lonely
shadow.

 


tempted 

     by the sea

     to gently throw

my whole soul

to the wind

   just to

see what bee finds

  me.

next to love, 

    d r o w n i n g

     in her lies,

     my eyes swell 

full of tears.

metal feelings

you may have seen my body,
you may have held my heart,
but now- 
      just leave me in the dark.