Monday, May 21, 2012

kink

freakishly lonely
with certain neighbors gone
all the atoms on the corners
bind the carbon
so quickly
so strongly

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Dearth

It wouldn't be the last
time, you said.  I felt
sure that my fingers
were gone from one
hand.  I was certain
all my extremities were
wilting fast, like some
time-lapsed montage
of savannah life-cycles.
In spite, I wouldn't wish
health upon a friend.  Nor
would I cry.  I'd rather
stand alone, purge eternity
from all memory of
this hapless man.