lunacy
2.12.2018
the moon hangs, lazy,
softly, over the snow caps
and your breath makes mist.
cool vapor changes
into harsher words; frostbite
full of vitriol.
rip the rib cage, force
it open like an icebox-
icicles of red.
ruby-coated grief,
veiled soft by lips
that smile trenchant.
what hangs between us?
hands that never meet, gestures
devoid of substance.
courage slips through like
water in a broken cup;
drip, drop-drip-drop. stop.
you do not see me.
what am i to your cold eyes?
it drives me crazy.
haiku 1
12.09.2016
i am nothing but
a segregate sense of self
and a bunch of bones.
