Grief’s Eternal Day

Once upon a time in a stainless-steel dream
Two famelicose smiles devoured a dead scream
Chewing on its gristle, hollowing out its dune
Crumbling stray cinders into a solid prune

In a withering wilting world upon a lyre
I smudged scorched faults with a disdain
That belied my quaking waffle’s refrain
Festering, blistering, seeping sputtering fire

100 Mile Road

I stumble across a fire opal in the middle of the highway and pick it up and there’s a honey-bee buzzing inside. The opal is the honey-bee. And as I hold the bee in my hand, all kinds of flowers and roses and honey pour out of it and the bee turns into a nightingale and bursts into song as the first star of evening pricks the lilac edge of the horizon.