Feline Fine

A nesting doll of cardboard
A resting waking dream
Heart pumping in harmony to the flat line of another self
Suspended between the mirror's kiss
Where is the exit?
Where is the whole?
The cat replies, "In the milk-light of dawn."

Drowned

Crouched beneath the shadow of impossibility
The ocean balanced on the tip of a needle spire
Though it's creation is at the behest of the monstrous undead
I do not fear living in the wake of its somber purpose
I merely peek under the threshold of sea and sky
Waiting for a glimpse of time's gruesome face
And when there is nothing to see but dark, unyielding waves
I cry for things left buried

Pearly Nights

What sweet pearls are cast aside by other mollusks!
I hoard my treasure within my own shell.
I am gluttonous,
Cancerous with sleeping beauties
And in the wastes of this swollen husk
Discarded sentiments weep in stillborn streams
There is no more whalesong
Only ships sunk in bottles