Poems from CloudHopping

  It takes more energy to tie my shoe Than it takes to type or say Yet, its mere utterance can draw to end Be it life or be it day. It...
  The museum of the twenty-first century The nation’s greatest weapons lie behind the one way glass Tanks take up parking spots, Guns are...
  The hill of dirt is a volcano of small spackles of red lava, The sting is a fresh memory of all who have experienced the burn, The pain...
  I tie the cape around my neck, and snap on my gloves like a surgeon, I am no doctor, but a physician of mirrors. “Climb into the box and...
  Lips stuck together with dripping, sweet lipstick, Face flushed with the kiss of remembered summer evenings Nose colored in the ambrosia...