Wedding Speech for Khaki
Well, it may not be for me to try to speak about your wedding, Beyond 'congratulations,' or some mildly sexy teasing. And it may not be the ragnarok it might be for some people (I'll not name them but to say June once was theirs and is no...
Memorial Ballade for West
The bruise under my fingernail remains Now two months and a half, since you are gone. You grazed me, panicking beneath your pains, With fangs I’d forced your medicine beyond. I heal, it seems. It seems I must live on. How long until I can no...
To the Last Memory of John and Syd
Dearly beloved, we gather here, Where gatherings are forbid, Though never a grave will either have, Nor coffin, nay, nor lid, To drink, at least, the last memory To John, and his Dear Friend Syd. John was a terror and reprobate Who blew...
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...
A Lesson in Hauntings
"So I s'pose I can take it fer granted that y'all're interested in ghosts?" Eli faced away from the group. The flashlight in his paw illuminated nothing but the dust of what had once been the town of Bitter Sands. "Who else," Ben said, "signs up for...
Redacted Ballade
Once there was a pharaoh heir In Egypt-land, as preachers sing, Who thought it really wasn’t fair To praise his aunt for anything. Though swift and sharp may chisels ring, Hatshepsut’s name continueth Still heard. She still remains a king. ...
Solar Eclipse, Saturday October Tenth
The light has turned the color of the shadows on his jawline, The color of the scent of fur and stubble on his jawline. And I? I can do nothing. This is happening regardless Of anything my will could try to do but won't attempt to. His shadow fills...
And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...
"I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger," Mistolinic Text
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that far land to which I go. I'm going there to see my father. Said he would meet me when I come. I'm only going into the...
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it I have come, Still so far from the sunset of my days, (I pray tis not yet sunset on my days) Unto some chamber in the maze of life Where it is possible to hear you say 'I miss you' and 'I feel your absence in The...
Either Your God Hates Me Or Your Religion Doesn't Work
If you are queer, and still hold to some faith Of whatsoever christian sect, then I Have no desire to undermine with doubt What must remain a precious source of strength, And must have been most difficult to keep. So please do not regard what I...