Being: A Savvy Poem

To be a being, to be a me that is a being, I must not be benign. To be benign is to be immobile, immoveable, to be a sign of being just so. But being a being, that is a being that is me, I find myself not a being to be a something that…

Eggshell

‘Hand’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Let me go to the window Where the rainfall sloshes from joint Of broken pipe Down eggshell-cracked rendering Of outer wall Let me feel a little life Where my teardrops slip-slide from whites Of bloodshot sight Down eggshell-cracked rendering Of outer skin Give me a lover O you gods that…

Lonely Hand

‘Hands Folded Woman’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Lovers’ hands still holding on, gripped, suckered, stuck like the suckers on windows of wooden toy-shop arrows bought, aimed, fired, landed, then pulled off, popped off; all leftover traces of once-was washed off without regard by a sloppy window cleaner. And a note shared through a door;…