Paint Her Black

Precious pain

Paints her


In black –

All her landscapes

Are flooded…

Men are alone

With her

And walk with her

In solidarity

Of solitude.


Neon Winter

Neon orange leaves,

Frozen in yesterdays breeze,

Blue diffused light illuminates my fading sight.

There are tulips in this winter,

Forever trapped in icy splinter.

A crow calls of tomorrow,

And then flies backward into yesterdays stream.

This is not a dream.

Light fades.

Black encroaches around glowing streetlights,

Rendering them pointless.