Best Wishes

I wish you could see me. Now.

But you never did, I wasn’t metric enough;

too weighty on the air side.

B.F.M.

Crow's Song

Her sorrows racked across 
her shoulders heavy and barbed,

from his leaving and his leaving and his leaving and his leaving and his leaving...

like a crow's repeated caw stuck in a belly
burdened with stones.

B.F.M.

Mirror Mirror

Out of the horror – the mirror darkly –
no Phoenix, nor Lazarus will rise,
instead
slithering shadows 
that should crawl not walk.

B.F.M.

Shards

After I kissed you good-bye,

I made my ritual strong coffee, 

watched the sun crest the ridge,

watched her define clear cut 

but empty shadows.

Shattered ceramic shards

cut at my feet.

I cried over each fragment:

the handle’s curve in twos,

the bottom’s foundation in fours,

the walls that held in eights.

Bloodied, I did what I could, 

I got up did 
laundry, sorting, hurting.

B.F.M.

Betrayal

Though you say
the morning cock crowed
I was miles away.

B.F.M.

Jealousy

Brown goo, 
sepia seeping 
under currents
squeezed between
teeth.

B.F.M

Black & Tan Lament

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Black & Tan Lament
16" x 20"
Digital prints available.
2012


Black & Tan Lament
Hollowed, on a barstool, 
Gladys offers you
the black & tan.


Remember what mother said: Share

Tipping Dominos

Losing morning after morning,

hermetically sealed inside a

windowed room 

crowded 

with ten foot wooden ladders

he rants his Poet-ness

atop a 

plastic footstool.

B.F.M.