“Jelly”

Blackberry jelly liesbetween the truth of your lipsand the bricks of your heartSticky-sweet, seeds sticking tothe grit in your teeth,the gravel in your voiceas you carry empty sentiments on the wind.  The seeds know. The untapped potentialThe hate wrapped in denialThe shame. They know the truth. Jelly lies drip Drip Dripping from yourfingertipsBlackberry blood poolinground … Continue reading “Jelly”

Drivers: A Negative Inversion Poem to “Passengers”

Pluto will implode like a gall bladder in its moons, the light flips to water and the water to a nameless name, There will never be anyone driving the motorcycle through these one-ways strewn with broken glass among blathering men hating their children, never a quick alphabet of sun speaking of lingering and surviving, never … Continue reading Drivers: A Negative Inversion Poem to “Passengers”