With all stones cast

With all stones cast

There’s a pot still boiling

And a kettle left black

There’s a house still standing

With thinly cracked glass

There’s a kink in the line

With a reel still intact

There’s a spell in the ether

Waiting to be cast

With all stones thrown

There’s a hole full of flesh

There’s a crack in the arrow

There’s an angry protest

Each body a story, color, and time

Each arrow head sharpened, pristine, and divine

Each voice becomes voiceless, estranged, and unkind

With all stones turned

There lies not a soul

The truth is but squalor

Results are annulled

In a garden of daisies

Rest youthful and old

A graveyard of rubble

for silver and gold?

a flask & letter

Your life is filled with

(secret)

quiet alcoholics

(secret)

closet drug addicts

(secret)

depressed poetics

fearful dramatics

queer heretics

aimless combatants

insufferable habits

(secret)

little bunny rabbit.

Oh, my life is full

and filling up —

sure ain’t cheap these days —

3.50 here

4.65 a gallon there, thus

I’m riding on empty,

with a flask

& letter

returns

to send her

tucked gently in the glove box

(where my secret (secret) stays).