Dig Deeper

dig a little deeper
perhaps you shall find
some tuber
starched and knotted
i hid away
and mulched too long
waiting for spring

Blood Inflamed

swollen heart
too crammed
with blood inflamed
by fire and gunpowder
which as they kiss
consume
this pulse
in a single
word

Ambivalence

my cup overfloweth
my eyes run dry
my heart stays the same
as you walk by

Little Bird

little bird
eyes shining
little feathers
fluffed and primed
little song
sweetly singing
little cares
to the sky

Kin

By flesh and blood,

You are mine.

By spirit,

We reach out,

But no genetics

Pairs us,

And our hands

Come back empty.