Friday, July 28

Hues of Love 

Come, color me
with the rainbow of love
let them fervid
violets and reds
effloresce in our
garden of ardor

let no tick, or trice
of togetherness
draw itself
to the blue depths
of passive malaise

but if a motley
of sallow indigos,
greens, and yellows,
coalesce in
our devoir…

would that be
as eerie
as a clockwork orange?

Thursday, July 27

Writer's Block 

I traverse moments
of endless barrenness,
yet my head feels
heavy as a rock, with the marl
of bagatelle.

I wake from the torpor
rive it at the seams
watching, as a pastiche
of ennui, flaking, falling

I hasten, I scribble
on the debris
of writer’s block -
fealty abides.