Poetry – Page 3 – Skeleton At The Feast

Pumpkins & Macbeth

Yes, I still have pumpkins from Halloween. Yes, they’re still good (I hope).

Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?

Seriously, why?

Peach tree seasons, time run soft.

Today is Earth Day? I don’t understand – and neither do you.

Cocoon – for what I cannot say.

ALAS! *sips coffee*

When words and world well up, dark as silt…

Let me imagine the world undone, just a glimpse.

As it roars, call it a tiger.