Poems
Poetry can be boring.
But every once in a while
A poem cuts right through the fog
Grips your collar
Forces you to pay attention.
A good poem
Runs through you like a trickle of ice water.
A good poem
Is fleet and cannot be caught.
A good poem
Creeps quiet like ivy
Until it coats the inside of your mind
And you are besotted.
A good poem
Leaves a mark where it touched you
Red like a new bruise
Red like a lipstick kiss
Fresh Hell 