black – Words and Feathers

beak (20170526)

May 26, 2017May 26, 2017 crow6 Comments

the black bird has no song for me
his voice a hybrid of
dismissive laughter and
cynical certainty
still
he digs in the wet earth
for fat worms
and doesn’t complain
about the mud
on his beak

rain on a workday afternoon (20170110)

January 10, 2017 crow6 Comments

this rain stops
time stops
the asphalt blooms
oil-black lakes

reflected headlights
stare back
from depths that disappear
with the wind’s breathing

but for now
hollow white eyes
gaze from nothing
heaven’s mirror
a hollow mass of gray wool
stretched overhead

Poem 20160326

March 26, 2016March 27, 2016 crow4 Comments

strands of web
lock me in this place
like a fly
i wait for
my own apex predator
this night full of stars

companions
in the blackened sky
i don’t know
how i lost
or why now as the web sings
–a plucked violin–

thoughts of you
your laughter and tears
one more star
my spider–
i won’t leave a scratch, she says
as she now leans in