The Scale of Things

As the scale of things would have it Women will martyr fishes, as many as it takes To turn the tides Inside out The way that lovers metamorphose, Spewing electric slivers in their wake, Spooling away the lachrymose shivers, Gasoline, spilled, The wetness spreading Between incandescent peninsulas Leaving the megalopolis behind, The light comes inContinue reading “The Scale of Things”


What glinted from the August airplane wing Came back that day in early spring. It was the March of time. So dimmed the sun, And so rounded the shadows, That I wondered if the moon Thought it had sinned. Yet, nothing seemed to gleam or guilt too much.