Story Poem – Page 3 – cereal after sex

The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of… Read more.

Like July

To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook… Read more.

A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of… Read more.

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.

I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands… Read more.

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield.… Read more.

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.

I see colors Rainbows of bread Rye red Oat alabaster Wheat tangerine Pumpernickel papaya Now I’m walking along the lakeshore… Read more.

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.

A cup of rain A bucket of pain A drum of love… I was walking into the café with a… Read more.

A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A… Read more.

The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book… Read more.