to the girl sitting alone at the wedding last night

i. to the girl sitting alone at the wedding last night with your gloomy lover: i saw you twice for hours as you looked at the idling table cloth adorned with the ornaments of convention and he didn't ever talk to you you wore a dress that you picked out for hours and you made your hair a canvas to Eros and he didn't ever stroke your arm you watched the bride escort...

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father fury

my son, with his drooly speech, and his excitable howling and his fumbling dexterity and his shoes on the wrong feet and his open fly and his picked-over sores and his near-egregious, gargantuan, gaping smile and his stewing adolescence and his incapacity for meaningful discourse was not dislodged by the snickers of the boys this morning when he'd launched his boisterous...

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they raised a marble statue for you here

they raised a marble statue for you here the oldest member of a stony choir who sing a mourn about your lives afire and how each breath was forged by angst and fear in wonderment i walk among your heads and ponder on this day with all its good the lives you led and if you ever would unlive your fates to slip these earthen beds this marker is a lie to all your youth a...

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all the lovers are miles away

all the lovers are miles away and a fence post in the pasture is too aged to keep her barbed wire well hung all the lovers are miles away and the gate handles are too entangled to release them from their holding loops all the lovers are miles away and the horse and her two companion minis graze upon browning autumn grasses  all the lovers are...

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