Month: May 2018


and as May dies, with it in kind
so turn my springtime states of mind
to summer’s birth and shining youth
that gold sojourn ’til autumn’s truth
when once more each thought must face
the inevitable winter’s chase
that bitter cold reality
December waits for you and me.

Red Sails

I set my red sails ‘fore no wind
in waters black with oil and calm
to a sea of silent monsters, blind
I was to the depths of harm
that dwelt below the mirror’s face
primeval nightmares, eons old
which slither silver from a place
of bloody ends, infernal cold.
Crimson masted tattered ghosts
drifted ‘ward me doldrum slow
and empty faces formed the host
leading me where, I do not know
then suddenly the water’s turned
the surface world around my keel
salt and pitch my life’s breath burned
and in that wave, death’s face…