Poetry

Welcome to the Dark Side…we’ve got puns and shame…

Most of these poems don’t rhyme, but you stanza have a good time reading them. Or you might cry. It can be dark and dreary in the overflown heart of a writer’s uni-verse.

ENTERPRISE INC., LLC

They throw us to the wolves

before we even gasp

Our first breath.

A WARNING TO LOVERS

bouquet dark roses

a secret meeting gone awry.

a supposed cold room turned to a boil

she was filled to the brim with bile 

AD HOC DECAY-PART 1

coffee and succulents

Months ago

I spilled coffee

down the side of my car

Branding

cacti in the night

Like the smile of an addict

browning since puberty

yellowed by the wear

AD HOC DECAY-PART 3

jungle

Like a low drum, a deep and constant bass

their percussion matures

A slow ferment, gathering

AD HOC DECAY-PART 4

palm tree at night

Months ago.

Like the smile of an addict

Not sure if it was a dream

I HATE THE SOUND OF MY VOICE

I hate the sound of my voice.

Those inaudible contractions,

anchored in the wet depth