Fog

The bare legs of the
darkened woods careen
in their brittle bark

but the fog,
slow like lichen,
eats its way across
the sprinkled pavement

Lonely Wisconsin Nights

Lonely Wisconsin Nights

Tonight the great expanse
is dismal juxtaposed
with the tangles
of my heart.

But every breath I
breathe is cold-
as if my lungs
could contain every

shuddering star that
murmurs gentle
lullaby’s to my heart.
As I inhale the

dark Wisconsin sky, I
feel light expel from my
pores, everything I need
is here- Home.

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Lover, I would walk to
the salty ocean shore
until my feet
are blistered-

Ripe with gelid juices,
so my heart may be
ensorcelled by your
flawless eyes