Value

If I had a dime for every word you just said,
well, I wouldn't have a dime, or a nickel, or a penny.
Since your words value nothing, and sum me to nothing.
But pages have turned
I won't despair.
There's better words here than for any you care.

High Heels

Open window, Sunday afternoon
A prize fish displayed along the mantle.
Creak, sighs the widowed chess board
A breaking step of silence, as her hesitation
mumbles across valleys of squares.
He said, "Don't you know that regular people
never do
these things?"
And she said, "Don't you know I never cared?"
The pawns were fighting Pretty, side by side
and the Queen stood defiant, unconventional- an arrow-headed
woman, glancing gracefully across
her kingdom.
When they won the war, there was nothing left
but him and her on their opposing cliffs
"It's a shame they weren't high-heeled
for the occasion."
She drew the curtains, and then she left.

Hummingbird

High above the sky
My feet weave in, then out
like silky strands of amethyst drawing
a sedentary
little life.
Perched, and not far from
friends, a fond disinterest,
branches lined with jay birds
teeter, in cornflaked sun.
It's strange the deep hole
that floods spacious forests
the icy, echo winds of
misplaced, once seeded, Grace
--sipping from creaking barstools
and chucking wine over
leaning, characterizingly hunched
with her elbows engraved.
Yet there's a stranger strange, even
in the flight of my peripheral portrait--
I smell sweaty exclusion, lift-off, and
dark, molten anxiety.
Looking back, I see
feathers, left by nothing.
Well it's terribly strange,
whatever we are now
living in a stark, humming tree.