Antidote

antidote

by Tim Reed

as salt on the tongue

goads water-desire

as snow-chilled bones

crave pillar of fire

may sharp contrast

of pain, dullness, or hate

propel us toward

The

Antidote

The Fly

The Fly

by Tim Reed

why does he

choose

cyanide
laced with sugar

over

a bitter twist of truth?

because he thirsts more for

sweetness

than for

life.

Deus Ex Machina

 Deus Ex Machina
by Tim Reed

snooze

and

deus ex machina
suddenly

faces of old friends

great souls

spurning the dissonance,

I inhale the rich aroma 

of your spiced hearts

take your hand, in joy

and sob

I've missed you 

but a million dirty hands

lay hold of me

and in my bed I lie

again 

wondering if my

deus ex machina

was

reprieve, or

regress

Desolation #8

Desolation #8

by Tim Reed

there is no return

from the future

spent calendar pages
hold us hostage

 father time keeps us

at arm's length

Arrivals & Departures

Arrivals & Departures

by Tim Reed

the boughs tossed

like

pieces of a broken dream

...the day you left

the heat sighed

and

gave the night 

a sickly sweet

...the night you departed

tell me,

how will it be

when we meet again?

Each Mind a World

Each Mind a World

by Tim Reed

it came to me that

each mind

is its own world, of a kind

same grey sphere from space

but, below

each

street,

store,

sepulcher,

sits or stands

in fierce individuality

One Day

One Day

by Tim Reed

ne  ay

 t  ast

 ife  ill  e  efined,

 o  ore  y

 ow  e  ompensate,

 ut  y

 urity.

I  ong  or  hat  ay.