Postcard Poems: Untitled

Thank You

Postcard Poems: Reminder

A soft security blanket found
smashed between the mattress and the wall
smells like a day's sweat, like fresh deodorant,
like the strumming pangs of missing you.
White fabric and a faded design
linger in the cold aftermath of departure,
a memento of the nights prior.
This is the fuse that lights fireworks.
This is the inspiration that moves mountains.
This is the start of change.
This is love.

Postcard Poems: Make a Contract?

What if he was proposing?
In a different time and place
a contract passed ownership onward
she bargained with her being
signed and
give away a name
wedlock only to throw away the key
give away a self
these little deaths make room
for who we are to become
a blessed union
devoutly to be wished?
nay, an institution that brings down empires
and traps princesses,
murders witches to foul the land.
Marry me, sweet Entropy
carry me 'cross the threshold
to the light on the other side

Postcard Poems: Glitter in my Eye

I got some glitter in my eye
It's itch was something tough
But before it fell it sparkled so
a diamond in the rough

So superficial pretty it
flickers faintly the dazzled joy
reflecting an affected happiness
the bliss of a boy

It burned at the touch
bursting into a thousand matching flares
revealing to me the heARTland
at which this hero stares

I got some glitter in my eye
it took me for a turn
gave me incentive in glue to invest
lest again my eyes shall burn

An Image of Eros - May 4, 2012

Start a poem, never finish, draw a pretty picture instead. 

Eros shoots true, his arrows machine gun rapid

pop! pop! pop! and hearts bleed, shirts soaked

crimson by this violence of love.

Venus laughs, a joyous and terrible sound,

echoing down from the slopes of Olympus