Desolation #7: Oaks and Dandelions

All bonds break

Friends

Family

Love

a lone oak in a field

cursed

To live

Through countless generations 

Of dandelion companions 

Desolation #6: Good Morning Moon

Good Morning, Moon

have you stayed up late

to spy

and try

to pry

me away from the yellow eye?

Never before

has jealousy reached

such great heights

Desolation #5: November

Why do we use such

grandiose

gargantuan

hundred-dollar

words

to describe such

small 

two-bit

hearts?

Desolation # 4: Winepress

As Dionysus

trod upon grapes

in the winepress

the howling wind

and merciless hills

change mice to men

or men to mice

distress

grants either

rich sweetness

or dregs most bitter

blame not the foot

but the grape

for what you become

Desolation #3

Sweet rain

Wash away

The facade

The savvy

Let it fall into the gutter

Where this shivering orphan 

Now lives

Desolation #2

and so I cower

amidst a swarm of receipts 

tasks

Obligations 

wishing to be in the company of my peers

heroes 

more of ink and pen

than of truth 

Desolation #1

Where do I live?

with face pressed to glass

longing

for a flurry of white 

to grant this present wasteland

a softer countenance