Poem: Imposter 


Do you only show 

a portion 

of your double down 

passing through 

flight

That glossy part

all sassy 

and sexy

waiting for the first 

one to rip you out 

into the open 

and call your bluff

Better you just

flaunt those

rip tide colors

up front 

so I know your flow

and how the current 

might hazard me

away 

Poem: Wanting 


The prickled moment knowing 

it may never come 

yearning years of wanting

lost in sudden flash

the wishing bitter copper 

so deep there is no end

and moss has grown too thick 

to ever scale the walls 

Instead the moisture seeps 

so softly 

in cracks of solid stone

the hollow dripping 

remnants 

dragging desire 

till it’s gone