Gord

2016-04-21 12:00 am

She cries to me able,
Drying the the river fate,
Dangling the carrot,
An I to blame for position?
Managing to hear it, I feel.
Tragic for her stable condition.
Merely I write transitions,
Love letters of insinuation,
Lasting forever,
Boxed beneath a house of chatham.

Gord

2016-04-15 12:00 am

Oil as he lays his hands,
Welts as he removes,
He understands.
Feeding the toll booth to greet the man
  as he arrives naked, 
Telling him to hide his shamefulness.
He wins.