This Cocoon With Room

“…Wondering of your plaid history; 
your holding, your loving, your scolding
what fuel or filter moves you along
what weave is woven into song…”

This Leaky Boat

compliments from lying lips were likerain thar pelted and puffedthe once dried crumbs left of the relationship.problem was; she wasnt hungrynor could stomachthat regular bread, after findingtoo many holes in his threadand being some subjector some objecthe declared to be the only one who knew how to singularlyand explicitly explain her to othersto define her … Continue reading This Leaky Boat


Mickey me thin-lyon the top or even plainlyby your attention;by your story,needing is too needyconsider me not unseemlyAgain I wonder for far too longlyjust how odd, awkward, or slicklyyou sent me up cleanlyand yet some are not anything but dirtyhow you deal it and steal it not unlike someone so rooted deeply and formed unquicklyby … Continue reading Cheers


Your lips that pull my attention and your salient voice should share laughter and whether it is with another or each other, it is wished for. At times I wonder if I remember, or will need to remember, how to kiss or be kissed. For a brief silly moment I thought I would try to … Continue reading levels

Stand With Me

because i need you to because you need me too also because we have everything we need and we are in easy control to laugh at speed, space, or time and anything that turns on our dime. this could be love or regret oh shit, now i forget.not yet?not yet.let’s not forgetwhat we were laughing … Continue reading Stand With Me

Silent Injustices

What a terrible series of battering must have happened to make a monster like that; disregarding pain in pleasure, chewing relentlessly on another's confidence and accomplishments... To this dim light dying in the dark, this love; this uncomplicated fuel, is for you. I see you in there. In corners and cracks, under shoes and without … Continue reading Silent Injustices

She Only Likes Spiders

She only likes spiders That she knows Already Not those whose toes and stripes She has not seen before They could jump or run quickly They could be quite Ugly with enormous fangs hanging down Sharp and still Waiting or leaping For her! (This stranger-spider's Next kill) Are we crazy? Ask her to capture This … Continue reading She Only Likes Spiders

Puddle Duck

Photo by Andre Moura on Humbled as Molasses Awestruck. Your way is sweet and pothole deep. It catches me  with syrupy mesmerize-ation. Black strapped-ly complex stuck in between everything, known or dreamt.   You're Muse embodied.   Distracting and welcomed. Conflicted and twisting, you could be trouble for me; or I for you.   … Continue reading Puddle Duck

Accordion Face

To the tune of \'G\'my melodeon singsand offers each the grin of pixied stuffto pull the bellows and push that button,leaves one gitty and a little as nearer to where we began.If one is to try itone would understand.So far it\'s a one man band...(-J.E. Todd 2013)