Rare marbles

Beware,
Said the slippery-toothed
Soothsayer,
Of green sea glass
Eyes in autumn
And passion red
Apples,
Of true love
Turned

Dividend

I wasn’t coy,
Dry or insidious
Enough,
I grew sea sick
From the constant
Stroking,
Numb from
The curt goodbyes
That were doors left
Open and dropped
Calls,
The symptoms of second
Best

Unbuckled

How freeing,
Not to care at all-
How different this
Place looks,
How strange,
How
Numb and hollow,
How dangerous.

The grieving

Her life would have been
More remarkable
Had she not
Rewritten her eulogy
Each night before
The witching moon,
Had she flown
Summers sooner,
And kept a still
Tongue,
Her death,
The slow dredge
Of a famished herd,
The dragged breaths
Are sacs of water
Struggled back
To camp,
She was always empty,
A vacant hotel,
No place like
Home

The wind she roars

That dark dash,
Written off
As daydreams or
Afterthoughts,
And a demon waits,
Blunted intuition
Stares blankly
As the signs
Pass by,
Will you stand there,
Even as I call out,
Even as your house
Falls down around
You?

Tin bands

I agreed
To leave it
Unnamed,
After all, to call
Out a demon,
You must say
His name,
I agreed
To keep it,
Sacred, secret
Forever, even,
Not to
This slow
Siphon

Marquise

The faintest hint
Of true love cannot be
Concealed,
It reveals itself,
That is how I know
You don’t-
Yet you wear it
So well,
It rests around your
Neck beautifully,
Costume jewelry
Shines almost
As bright.

Goldeneyes

As the porous wood
Of a shipwreck swells,
Your ego precedes you,
I remember when
You remembered
Humility,
And the art of
Never revealing
Everything you know,
A teacher once and
Humble,
Power, you said,
Is like money, if you
Fall in love with it,
It will consume
You

Choke

Some signals can’t
Sound,
Some bottles sail
The oceans wild,
Bobbing strange waters,
Anomalies sprout from
Typical circumstances,
Nature sometimes
Mutates,
Some truths wait
To be unearthed