dandelion fuzz
floating through
my fingers
I touch someone else's
dream

in a candlelit forest
I sketch the faces
of ancient trees...
my new notebook
already haunted

reading graffiti
on the walls of our old house—
how easily
the rain washed away
my childhood chalk art

falling asleep
under a soft blanket
of nightmares,
stitched together
by pale fairies
with black wings…
tuck me in
you sweet, skinny
sylphs…
you weavers of my screams
that only come
stitched in the seems
of these cold, twisted dreams
that you cover me with

gargoyles perched
on the hidden ledges of my dreams,
stalking nightmares

Published in my new Ebook!

http://www.bookemon.com/book-profile/three-line-poems-to-read-in-the-dark/289541

the rain whispers poems
in a forgotten language…
puddles still ripple

veins of frost pulsing
on the bloodless face of night...
his ghost in my dreams

sandcastles haunted
by the ghosts of ancient *****—
moon-pulled tides whisper

the souls of dead prayers
shed their hope like kneeling ghosts
framed against black rock

cold September dew
shaking beneath the thunder…
remembered voices

remembering her voice—
the shape of ancient winds
tangled in the canopy
of my mind

the sickle moon scythes
through clouds wrinkled by old age...
starlit souls escape

the dead moon's silhouette
stares through the window of night;
its breath chills the glass

night fishing
in a starlit creek;
the depth of the galaxy
at my ankles

snowflakes spin
around the tip of my cigarette
a cold galaxy
at the edge of my breath

(published in Dark Pens issue 1)