
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.
A WARNING TO LOVERS
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 3
Like a low drum, a deep and constant bass
their percussion matures
A slow ferment, gathering
I HATE THE SOUND OF MY VOICE
I hate the sound of my voice.
Those inaudible contractions,
anchored in the wet depth