At Odds & Loose Ends: A poetry Collection

He's In My Basement

I put him down on pale

half-caste chains

Resent had made its home

among the ocean rods in his eyes

His best came blisteringly short

and that's why I loved him

He took three days

over a second

and I savored him;

charmed by the invisible smile

that slept among

freckle-drown lips -

that cut down anyone

they could muster

and everyone that

spread his namesake

He could have killed me

but here are