blue ice

your youthful aging face,
has only enough room --
     to sing our lament;

a spacious rite to all
     that came before --

our archipelligo, that bears all assault
  whispers in pristine silence --

we inhabit our melting glacier,
and find peace in death.

psychotic amphibians

tThis little
      tadpole,
            chokes
on it's first
      murder.
Tthis frog,
    finds a hard way
        to stop  killing.

fountain

a coin tossed
across the shimmering
edge of oblivion
makes a wish

we fold our arms
like a djinni and wink
while the god that misleads us
counts his gold

fantasy

faeries have wings, not tales.

unicorn horn, ground into powder,
resembles cheap glitter.
love is a black hole funhouse mirror,
deformed and torn like bad science fiction.
does dictionary define us, or do we define dictionary?
i’m weary, page after page, searching for the right world.
the curve of her tail twists into gravity.