A sleepless bed grows bloodshot eyes––
cracked pavement sclera, stems hardwired,
blink-less blooms of flood and fire,
surrounded by barbed wire,
spiked perimeters on the attack.

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God is a Mirrorball

God is a mirrorball;
see yourself in his gaze.
His name reflected on your forehead.
It pleases him to invite you in
through fog machine clouds
to the rainbow dome, his throne,

A Celtic Soak

Bathtime is for make-believe.My knees, the Cliffs of Moherjutting above a kyanite sea. I shave seaweed from my skin,its tangled … More

A Gnome’s Home

A gnome’s homehas an acorn dome;seasonally, he roams.In spring property expanding.Summer, treetop camping.Fall, his dwelling takes a dive.Squirrels misplacing, winter … More