Monthly Archives: November 2011

Awakened   stained by   the ink of night Awakened   nightmares    half-eaten by   invisible rats  Awakened   stillness of city dawn   but for muted sounds   of sharpening blades Awakened   grateful walk     into morning      to tones … Continue reading →

The screaming no-color of    abandonment Grey, the why bother color    worn to tone down fuscia The unrelieved ecru of     insomnia Puce, the color worn by      Jane Austen women The black well of    disappointment Waiting for … Continue reading →

Meet me in the gloaming Said Moon to Sun I think you’re hot! Why not pick one of us Asked Stars of Moon You’re all alike Too flirtatious Said Moon It’s not that I’m ignoring you Said Moon to Sun … Continue reading →

  Cat at feet Hands at sides A living sarcophagus Staring into a raven night Watchful Waiting shadows   Incubi raping sleep Ravaging dreams Jealous comets give chase To devils of the dark Stars hammock me on quarter moon With pen and inky … Continue reading →

I peered into the mirror I searched behind the mirror Where am I When will I be When will the mirror Reflect the real me How do I become More than a clothes hanging tree Just a mean teen Nobody … Continue reading →