Conversations
on the subject
of love, spoken
through body language
can become
annunciated
with vulgar slang;

For Janika

How do you meld with my soul from so far away
in darker lands of restless night and seldom day?
Your beating pulse so close and warm

Adrift Some Lumber

Daylight dims, preparing minds to lay hush
during tableaus under lunar spotlight.
Canvas tells of tragedy through a brush

Corporeal Grey

His skull was full
of foggy gray matter
so thick you could spread it on toast.
It rots in its jar