What curious and contradictory things,
The cold kiss of winter brings.
The withered soul of Autumn sets,
Awakening a world of bitterness and regrets.

Cruel Irony oversees,
As the earthy time of doom and gloom,
Is also the time of Christmas trees,
And the son of Man’s empty tomb.

A choir of angels joyously sing,
As winter’s breath claims homeless lives,
And a band of sleigh bells festively ring,
As corporate greed flourishes, and thrives.

With its subtle promise of bright tomorrows,
Winter stores life’s greatest sorrows.

it is easy to forget
how to write or
how to love or
how to clip your nails or
play guitar or
pick out cereal or
enjoy a sunny afternoon

happiness unfolds for
so many like a miracle

the simplicity of it all
escapes them

i dream
of

my hand pushed through your hair like a gasp of hot air- the chemical burns cradling your head upon impact-arms like a limp nylon belt to strangle out the painand your neckbrokenand twisted around the words you could never managetosay
-or even muster up the courage to believe
we collided
on the way to discover a new piece of beautiful

we collided.
you feel to your knees.

i swept you aside

and whimpered for
new religion

and its hot salmon glow, ripe as
swollen peaches ready to fall out of the sky
and into snarling haiku of roses

i am the water rising.
rushing over your body-
ready to
reanimate

and

you fell
and she sighed

and

he scarcely heard the turgid gasping
of his
muse

it will be good
to feel loved
again

even if it’s just for a moment
even if it’s misguided or fake

like a flower
in the sunshine
I will finally
show my
full
colors

I drew a picture the other day.
My Mommy's heart was blue and gray.
Big blue tears fell all around,
tumbling to the soft green ground.
My Daddy handed her papers, white,
and then they had a bright red fight.
Screaming was heard around the block
nearly until 7 o'clock.
The dark brown door slammed so hard,
and Mommy ran out into the yard.
Daddy was gone, his car down the road.
Mommy sobbed, threw rings of gold.
I hid in my bed, rainbow covers pulled high,
while Mommy yelled at the pink and blue sky.
I drew a picture the other day.
My Mommy's heart was blue and gray.