Brake lights crash through a fragmented windshield faster than reaction, splintering into a corrosive explosion of panic.
By Mike McClean2 years ago in Poets
The timid rain touches her shoulder as she stares through sapphire windows at an empty hearth, filled with spent flame. Distantly,
By Mike McClean3 years ago in Poets
Beyond the reaping scythe, the quiet veil, before the gavel’s calm eternal weight, there stands a door of unembellished wood.
I step under the spout to rest my eyes, letting it pour scalding water over this thin cage filled with a brittle bouquet of
ashes from a blunt verse meet mixed lives keen on loves hunt rehearsal phoenix tries rising seen but in reverse will seem dry in heat
I lie awake at night in a sylvan graveyard, misleading memories towering around me - precursors of an uprooted and molded mind,
I see you. Staring through an unseen TV screen at the shadows reflected on the back of my inner eye I feel you. Driving down a nameless road
Sodden and dark, storm clouds gather behind solemn eyes in a surge of colorless cynicism. At a word, the slightest shimmer of a smile seeks to