Poetry

< 1 It’s time for a new muse

< 1 I remembered the men I had left behind in Los Angeles

< 1 I remember the fear

< 1 My last moonlit August
had a name: Judas.
A farmer,

< 1 Canary in a cage, watches the world outside move in strange cadence

< 1 Perched at an outdoor bar lit with cheap red lights

< 1 what did you think at the edge of your flight?

< 1 my depression is yellow. arsenic venom, bile fuse, rancid and tired.

< 1 Someone’s set
my soul loose; I can’t get her
back.

< 1 My former lovers send me many things:
old photos, art

< 1 a single leaf in flight
glints like glass