Fragments and Short Poems

Posted on April 12, 2016 in Poems

I

The iceberg
rams a Titanic of flame.
This is not the expected story.

II

The snowball
bends until it meets itself.
The center holds.
Frozen thought is loosed upon the mind.
Behold the blankness and the blindspot.

III

I am where two walls come together,
the light and the dark;
the line that fears
a crack that confuses the two.

IV

Skunk

The black and white
regimentation of its tail
following its vacuuming snout.

V

The mackerel swims
suspended in a wave
above the low troughs of the bay.

VI

A hard year began
when the orange rain fell