Climbing Nightshade

Climbing Nightshade

A mischievous child
Ran wild through the thickets.
It was past his bedtime when
He stumbled upon you.

But you knew this, didn’t you?
Beautiful matron of silence
Adorned in your amethyst gown.
Emanating the comforts of

A single-starred night’s sky.

You saw the fuss he made
Pulling the earth from his fresh scab
So you caught him in your eternal gaze
And a hush fell over him.

His hands reached out
To the light cotton behind your ears
And rubbed it between his fingers
As a lullaby entered his restless mind.

You let down your lapel
Revealed your golden nipple
Climbing your shade
His lips pursed to accept your sustenance.

And as he nodded, a final look was cast
Never crying, no longer given the cause
All his fear and pain had come to pass
This sweet dreamer rests without pause

Guardian of sleep, keep him cradled in the night
You gently stole the day from his eyes,
Painted the skies with their curious light
Now his mother is the only one who cries


White Baneberry

White Baneberry

Upon your lonesome shelf you sit
Buttercup collector of dust,
Your caustic taste resting
Bitter upon the lips of
Any fool who’s had the
Misfortune of sharing a kiss.

You dole out the punishment
Because you feel you deserve it
Do unto others
As you would have them
Do your best
To do your worst
And be the same monster
Poisoning your memory.

Do you sleep
With your doll’s eyes
Always open, always knowing
For all that you try and
For all of your vigilance
Even a thousand glued-on eyes
Can never relive your shattered past—
Can never un-see?



Dream! Dream you

In the meadows and the fields!

Feel the winds of change

Pushing at your napes,

But stay tethered until you

Have enough faith–

Until a child’s breath guides you all and

You get carried away.

What is it you fear more–

The danger of not knowing

What comes next, or

The thought of all the things

You could be?

You are chattering teeth

In the mouth of a cowardly lion

An obstinate collection of weeds

In the garden of a reality

That’s constantly moving,

Moving around you when

It could be moving through you

If it weren’t for the chattering,

That fantastic chattering that makes

Action so much harder than

The safety of your wishing.

But, oh! Think of what you will achieve!

When at last you break away;

When at last it’s your time to fly and

You come parachuting down

Into this wondrous life!

You could bring a brilliant gold

To the Earth’s marvelous mane.

You could make any person happy

By simply carrying their name.

So, sit not in silence much longer

You fathomless florets of unbridled potential

In hopes for some gust to motivate

The world does not wait so instead

Have the courage to blow it away..

Ghost Flower

Ghost Flower

There beneath the beech trees
Embalmed in the moss and leaves I
Thought I saw you
Wilting in a white dress. You
Looked as though you were
Left at the altar
Some time ago
A corpse in a forest
Cursed to sustain herself and
Never grow. You will take others
For your host but
Never have much to show.
They will look past your surface and see
There is nothing sweet inside
They will suck you til their fits are quelled
And leave you hanging dry.

And what do you do?
Keep your true colors
The resplendent pinks and blues
Hidden in your empty veil
Of pallid hues and
Content yourself with being a parasite
Existing only in the comfort of
Somebody else’s life until
They reach back
And you turn black and
You wither and die.

I thought I saw you kneeling
I thought I heard your cry.
Did you want the world to stop
When it kept on passing you by?

No, ghost flower.
Your prayers will go unanswered.
I have seen your story and
Only heaven knows why
When the smoke clears and I
Awake from this dream
I will swear I’ve seen you
Somewhere, everywhere
And I will take a look in the mirror
And watch you disappear
You will remember and you
Will be forgotten by all
Except for me.