Ragnarok - Prologue
"Amidst the journey of our life I awoke in a dark wood" - Dante Alighieri, _Divine_ _Comedy_ "In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he...
Wedding Speech for Khaki
Well, it may not be for me to try to speak about your wedding, Beyond 'congratulations,' or some mildly sexy teasing. And it may not be the ragnarok it might be for some people (I'll not name them but to say June once was theirs and is no...
Epitaph Annus Horibillis
Here lies two thousand twenty four: In ways, the worst year yet we've seen. And now here comes, again, once more, The worst humanity can dream. But I am here. And you are here. And that makes we, Miraculously. And they may kill me yet,...
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...
Memorial Ballade for West
The bruise under my fingernail remains Now two months and a half, since you are gone. You grazed me, panicking beneath your pains, With fangs I’d forced your medicine beyond. I heal, it seems. It seems I must live on. How long until I can no...
To the Last Memory of John and Syd
Dearly beloved, we gather here, Where gatherings are forbid, Though never a grave will either have, Nor coffin, nay, nor lid, To drink, at least, the last memory To John, and his Dear Friend Syd. John was a terror and reprobate Who blew...
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
Redacted Ballade
Once there was a pharaoh heir In Egypt-land, as preachers sing, Who thought it really wasn’t fair To praise his aunt for anything. Though swift and sharp may chisels ring, Hatshepsut’s name continueth Still heard. She still remains a king. ...
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it I have come, Still so far from the sunset of my days, (I pray tis not yet sunset on my days) Unto some chamber in the maze of life Where it is possible to hear you say 'I miss you' and 'I feel your absence in The...
"I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger," Mistolinic Text
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that far land to which I go. I'm going there to see my father. Said he would meet me when I come. I'm only going into the...
Autoimmune Scarring of the Myelin Sheath
The coming summer heat looks to be cruel As ever it has been. Grey autumn can Not easily come soon enough for me. And what an evil fate is ours, my love, That such embittered words should ring so true. That at the highest loft of light and...
The Ballad of Terry Chaplet
Miss Chaplet wandered down the winding path of Memorial Park, lingering by each knot of conversation long enough to get the gist of the current story. If anyone had been watching, they'd maybe describe her as looking at each like camp like someone...