Friday, September 23, 2011

her petunias

the flowers miss me when i don't come by
fall, and fade to lurid smudges on the sidewalk

i am nowhere near as elegant as her petunias

without you i dissolve
to mucus and salt water
and dry into the bedspread

easily forgotten,
the hollow smell of it
gone in one wash

Friday, September 16, 2011

open doors

the girl you knew
gypsy child you found
wasted on the wayside
who took all her comfort
from the storms she chased
and loved you only
in her backward glances

what happened to her?

the girl you know
has nothing to say
to freedom or to highways
but opens like a door to your touch
and offers up her wrists to bind

Thursday, September 15, 2011


the candle on the altar flickers
making even Our Lady's face look wary

while it sends my prayers to heaven
in the heat and smoke,
i stay firmly grounded
in this bed alone

while the silence drowns out
the hum of the air

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


mixed metaphors
like mixed drinks
will sooner or later
give you a headache

Thursday, September 8, 2011

cloud cover

clouds cover the moon
cut the girl off from her gods
on a still night
when the only sound is cacophony
of the ritual storm
brewing in her back garden

she's listening
yowls and clatters
more she's hearing silence
no sound of salvation

the darkened moon
leaves no light
and the shadows slip in
entirely invisible

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


i'm sorry, vermont
never meant for you
to be caught in the deluge
never meant for the floods
roads washed away
brattleboro under water

i'm sorry irene
never meant for you
to take the blame

for the utter destruction
of a girl turned to rain