Poem: Carving Sunsets

breaths slip out of raspberry stained lips
on a screened-in country porch

some wasted forever, some fate-kissed

as the photographs singe and fade
like the words we etch in sunsets

in the life that follows this
we'll reclaim those blessed sentences
and they will light the sky

unending amber glow

the pain that breaks us here
will glorify

with each breath
i sink fast
into death

and i breathe

A new poem: The Guilt of the Locust

To look great, be grateful...