Discounted Poetry

The carpet's not the floor. The opening is not the door. I thought myself a hammer, Always in her hands. I swore I knew the way, But found the hall was wrapping round. I exited into the start again. The bottom's Ever further Down. The evening is not the night. Today, I woke to bloodstains Inside my top sheet. I stared into half-light And realized my power. - 5/20/26

You said you got it from your mother. Spread it on your plate. The mango sweet and juicy, Toast a brown with amber flecks And smears of orange marmalade. I had your hand Those days before. We stared into each other, Coffee in two mugs, Our morning meals on inexpensive dishes. I passed your hair and shades Across the sidewalk earlier this evening Saying nothing, All my wishes, Rain that's creeping sideways Finally to fly Clear off the windshield. - 5/19/26

The monkeys Raided. Naked violence Anointed them as lords Above the fools. The rumors riot, Gory stories, bloody messes, Lies and allegations. When you scratch the broken skin away, Set fire to the flakings, You uncover light That blinds the millions. You've been running far too long, Forgotten all the gold You hold Inside. You've been a quiet beggar To the stupid and the cruel Too long. Your sin eroded white. Accept your worshippers, Your glory. Rise. - 5/18/26

You can cobble rocks together, Hide beneath the rusty rain, Or wait until the days are hotter Than the fate we await. You're still not far enough. Two quanta matched Are dead locked, Tightly coupled, Even in another building, Even thrown across the universe. Laredo is a sleepy city. They celebrate George Washington For an entire fucking month, For thirty never-ending cursed nights. They even dedicated a museum To water. The years are dying off. The bed is growing. - 5/15/26

Affairs are always magical. I met your mouth On top the desk. Your oven breath Against my cheek Enflamed. Like an ordered sofa Through the postal service, There are only so many ways To put these things together. You lied, You proved so weak, And we were beautiful, A moment, We burned enraptured, Glorious. You stand graveside, Remembering oxygen alive, And it will dazzle, overwhelm, But never breathe or kiss again. Affairs are always tragic. Every story ends And never well. - 5/14/26

It lifted Like the spirit As a dove, Like a winter cough, The hearts in  Foggy breath On windowpanes, A fingerprint. It felt so permanent. It tasted of eternity. The dust of the earth Was heavier Than we thought At first. We could not comprehend it. We stayed And watched As it ascended. - 5/13/26