Toad Skin

Grey, green, and black spots,

Pink entrails now unfolded,

With tongue wrapped around.


Insect wings within,

You had one last meal at least,

Unhelpful legs crushed.


Man’s little victim,

Machinery does encroach,

You sing elsewhere now.



You are an ocean surrounding me,

So beckoning, and cool, you shimmer,

Reflecting my dreams, promising me mystery,

You come when I am lonely,

Wave after wave, and I enter,

Even though I am already aware,

That your mysteries are jagged teeth,

Eyeless faces, hidden beneath unfathomable depths,

Where invisible undercurrents wait to ensnare,

Twisting cold fingers, pulling me down,

You are water I cannot drink,

Even though I am so thirsty,

I come, I have nothing else.




I set flowers upon your alter.

You watched as they wilted.

Such uselessness is beauty.



How You Love

You love like the wind loves a tree,

Shaking its blossoms

Until the petals scatter to the grass,

And are trampled into the mud,

Never sorry for how you love,

You are what you are.




Graceful neck bent back and broken.

Slender legs sprawled on the asphalt.

A cloud of black flies swarming.

Where were you going to, little doe?



Quiet Moment

I’m quiet tonight within this sadness,

My cycling madness complete for now.

Anger quelled, but still I’m crying,

Softly into my pillow, so alone,

Wishing wistfully for a little strength,

To accept this; pasts are unchangeable.