These drowned little towns

These drowned little towns,Abandoned with care and love,Reclaimed by the sea.

After the rainfall

After the rainfall,The damp heat rises, stronger,It's so freaking hot.

A Captain

A Captain goes down with his ship, It's the responsible thing to do, But my duty to my crew is dead, As dead as them bloated below, And my honor was sunk long ago, A wreck unsalvageable, This scuttled ship is worth no life, So why, Can't I pry my fingers from this helm?

Reversals

A distant sense of “nevermore”,Keeps me pinned onto the floor,Wallowing, self-pitying,While she leaves wanting more,Slipping out the back door.

This is no Tragedy

When he said he loved me,I took him in my arms,And anointed him in holy oil.When he said he'd save me,I whispered the secrets,Of my heart’s own riddles.When he said he'd be mine,I bloodied my own hands,And kissed him as reward.When he said he'd leave me,I burned it all down,And that, I won't regret.

A small desk fan dies

A small desk fan dies,In the stillness that follows,The summer heat laughs.

It was a most troubling delivery

It was a most troubling delivery for Godot's Bistro. Clearly, the newest methamphetamines prescribed to his now second-favorite sous-chef did precisely their job in handling their worsening ADHD symptoms by obliterating a sense of general rationality altogether. "I must have... missed a decimal or two on the distributor's tags," the distressed sous-chef exclaimed, breaking out … Continue reading It was a most troubling delivery →

The winds of summer

The winds of summer,Laden with humidity,Steals away my breath.

Your Judging Eyes

Despite the summer heat,Shivers crawl up my spine,Submerged in the chill,Of your judging eyes.

The Feckless Lie

I continue to live this feckless lie, That time is the healer of all things, That "moving forward" is to mean, "You can leave the past behind," When truth says otherwise: After this journey, I'm back again, To the start, The end, Still.