Echo
When Echo saw him, she knew.
New
emotions were slowly stirring,
blurring
the edges of time and space.
“Face
of a God that man”, she said,
led
to his own vain bitterness.
Narcissus
wasted away hearing only Echo-
Echo
Modern Day Juliet Speaking to Romeo
Swagger
hips, make for invading
lips, sweet salt you got that
drip.
Creating
Trips of the mind, stomach
flips (all of the time,) hard-
ship.
Don’t Ask Me What I Want for Dinner
It vexes me so—
I want you to know.
What I am craving
When I don’t know.
Serve me seared salmon, sweet potatoes-
Asparagus,
a medium steak with a buttery herb
business.
A huge helping of warm apple pie,
That hugs my hips, caresses my thigh.
Metamorphosis
I am not pure quartz,
vitreous, light striking through.
I am the persistent iron-
Strong and opaque.
Perhaps overtime
The iron will
become quartz
Alas, still not quartz,
rather sparkling
amethyst.
Sound Waves
They say radio signals do not stop,
but travel eternally
into the oceans of space.
Oh how alarmingly foolish we must appear
to the parallel worlds.
Change the station, they say,
We already know how it ends.
There Are No Flowers on Mars
Serrated dark edges cut
into a pinkish- lilac sky,
our bodies curved in the
hammock like a watermelon rind.
I would like to say I would go with you,
Yea, the rarity of coffee beans is concerning.
Wildfires raging and ice caps melting
My fears, infinite as the infertile fish washing
upon the shores of garbage island
but there are no flowers on Mars
and my last moments will be breathing
in their ephemeral scent.
November
In the Midwest we natives
hope for an Indian Summer
As the cold pilgrim
of winter steals daylight
little by little
It’s a funny thing
how a simple act
like raking
leaves
you
feeling breathless,
Each fallen hue of
umber and ochre
a faded memory
composting back into earth,
my body collapses into
the pile of the past
present only in this moment.