dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: January 2013


dewclaw sharp.

battle song

on a harpsichord.


spoon and straw.

steady pulse

in hindered harmony.

I choked on a fossil

In my Monday breakfast bowl.

That fundamental failure slid

From my spoon into my soul.

The artifact was floating

In the morning’s milky murk

The flaw I thought I’d buried

Was excavated, forever lurks.

Feed me to the fallen leaves

Let their curled teeth crumble

Into my skin

Until I lie leprous and loved

Until I lie devoured and decomposed (loved)

Until our dried veins are crushed together

And I join the potpourri of the forest floor.


Until the wind can lift

The autumn flakes of my breath and bones

And throw them like skipping stones

Over the still spaces of the world,

Leave me to the leaves

I want no more.