Saturday, May 24, 2014


Mid-day Poem

Dreams that woke me
like fresh rust
cutting through
three o'clock in the morning
harsh as a knife
through darkness and flesh
into my heart
leaving a tepid scar
now send me fleeing
running towards them
yearning
for their cruel embrace.
 
©ACG
24 May 2014

Saturday, May 03, 2014



Love's hanging heavy now
but still
cleaner than my heart;
crisp
like burnt toast.


© ACG
02 May 2014