Discounted Poetry

In the urban river overwhelming, Fluid faces through the pavement Rushing to the seas, She's beautifully distinct. You start to wade And catch her humid eyes. You realize it’s her Again. The end is never changing. She is rushing ecstasy, Orgasmic lightness. She's not her In spirit or in flesh, Although you'll always crave, An addict who can't swallow this Without the world Expiring in hazy half-time. Not a single taste. The word Is never knotted, But seldom what you wish. Amen. Continue on the starving waves, Hollow on your hungry way. - 4/24/26

The cost of her prior mistake, The smidge of frosting On another birthday cake, The ants in rows advancing... Morsels Of her life That rise and drop On top the tides, The currents ever flowing Slowly down. Some days While driving home She fantasizes Oven air with Him against her mouth, The house and family impossible, A twitching jerk that sends the car Into the concrete wall Beneath the bridge That's always under repair. - 4/23/26

My father Sat me on the fading vinyl-covered stool His grandfather sat him upon And placed the order exactly the same As then, Lime sherbet, The impermanence of objects  - Like a vector hallway -  Only outlines green Yet possibly sweet. Her grin entices, Tempting, Promising nothing But a moment's sugar tang On top the tongue. The seat beside me At the soda fountain countertop Is always empty. - 4/22/26

We bow before The polished mirror, But it never speaks. It never says a word We need And we are thirsty. Stars are forming Beyond the night, In galaxies we can't imagine. By the time we see their light, They're dead. - 4/21/26

The sun has pinned the sky Against the hottest unforgiving heavens, Bluest butterfly Now fallen out the jar. I see you clearer now Than we can ever see ourselves. I read your life by braille. The ocean only earns its reputation for awe In thoughts beneath the recovering moon. The sweeter air Is creeping quietly Across the morning mountain trail. - 4/20/26

The honeycomb, A hanging mess Delicious. Scrape it Bare. She's still not sure. The buzzing is surprisingly Entrancing, Ensnaring. If you choose to flee, Escape Will not Be painless. - 4/11/26