Have you ever had a cucumber that lasted about five minutes? After purchasing the cucumber: firm, green, and crisp; you bring it home only to discover by days end that you got a mucky, mushy, turned vegetable. Why do cucumbers last five minutes? I got this fruit yesterday, today I=it is unfit for consumption—even cutting it up in little pieces and depositing into my tuna is gross, because its color and texture has turned.
A thousand times when dead, please bury me;
To keep me back from haunting your sweet bed.
Given the chance to ‘turn the hallowed grave,
By ghoulish sounds and burning cries for thee.
My heart, alas, discovered you Continue reading A thousand times when dead
Ambrosia quench these aching limbs ashore;
The sea has bled misgiving sense from me.
Drink the wine I poured you on the bark
The image split as sunder parted we.
The island sun breaks hotly Continue reading Ambrosia quench these aching
She sits within a fragile house of sound,
Her gangly limbs splayed out on bare-less toes.
With fairy dust caked on her heels she cries,
‘I’m lost, can you point me please toward home?’
The sound, pernicious slave, Continue reading She sits within
My mistress says I do not write love poems,
Insisting that I write poems for love.
She questioned when received another note,
How come when towards the end Continue reading My mistress says
Forgot the onion at the checkout isle,
And doubled back as it began to rain.
The Monday chili wouldn’t stand a chance,
And rather to be drenched than you complain.
The grocery store was bright Continue reading Forgot the onion
The only storm I will endure is you,
Now throw my clothing out onto the streets;
Neighbors do often look the other way,
Their kindness warms my heart; You make it leak.
For comfort I should seek my Continue reading The only storm
Under the fallen branches of your home;
Across the dusty mantle I let sit,
A homemade jewel, was giv’n me by my aunt,
To hand it sweet to you for wedding with.
Though next to said ‘fall Continue reading Under the fallen branches
I found the scribbled letter by the door;
At first I thought a bill was left unpaid.
My hand brought close the paper to my brow,
And read the words you should have stayed to say.
What strength Continue reading I found the scribbled letter