Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Pitch


Don’t make me sit alone,
dull and languid, by myself
with nothing but a mental image
of the person who sharpens me

Tantalizing advertisement
Promiscuous temptation
Quick pitch from Billy Mays
and a piano crashes onstage

a smack to the face,
blunt force
cheeks red
proverbial dream

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Breath

I called your name through
frost-bitten lips - my face so close
to the glass that it fogged up and
I knew you ignored me and
I really should have wrote my message in
the window that day but I didn't because
I thought you wouldn't see me