The Gratzi is a hard poem to read. It’s taken me years, but I finally gave up on ever getting it and released this reading disguised.
Category: Poems
fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations
Purple
Purple is the color of faith
And extravagance
Purple is what I felt with you
Even after the bruising darling
I’m always purple with you
Spooked
There’s a dragon out here,
behind me
in the dark
behind the trees.
Its low two-stroke-motor purr
shakes the ground rattlin teeth,
gasping hope for tomorrow.
The Settlers of Catan
there’s something in
those first harsh hits
that make you pause,
press at the darkness
and think whatsyerdoin
flanked both sides like that
the dull ache cleaves you
from your rightful lands
for a brick
whatsyerdoin without brick
There were warning signs
Mowed on the diagonal, for one,
shoulda known something then
not only diagonal but hockey sticks
musta been trying prove a point
Like hockey sticks don’t lie