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
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
Months ago
I spilled coffee
down the side of my car
AD HOC DECAY-PART 2
Like the smile of an addict
browning since puberty
yellowed by the wear
AD HOC DECAY-PART 3
Like a low drum, a deep and constant bass
their percussion matures
A slow ferment, gathering
AD HOC DECAY-PART 4
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
Mind The Mess On Mondays 