poetry

A small sampling of things I've written over the years that could arguably fall under the general blanket of "Poetry." Much of the poetry you see here was originally published on Five By Five Hundred, and you can also find my stuff in upcoming issues of Asimov's magazine. (please note: this isn't actually structured into any kind of order or anything)

Film Noir

You always tasted better when we kissed in black and white,
and your slender cigarillo ash shined softly in the light
of the gas lamp halo overhead that guides you through the night—
yes, you always tasted best in black and white.

You always sounded better singing secrets under ground
beneath the lonely light that lit our love and hummed electric sounds
that harmonized our haggard hearts and beat in leaps and bounds—
yes, you always sang the sweetest under ground.

You always saw me better when you spied me through the haze
of twilight mist, a blanket full of nihilistic greys.
The kind that keeps the cold out, brought us comfort in our days—
yes, you always spied me spotless through the haze.

You always tasted better when we kissed in black and white,
and your slender cigarillo ash shined softly in the night
when the gas lamp halo overhead would guide you towards the light,
but I loved you all the more when you right.