Dinner Party of the Dead

Smoke in their eyes
A silver glint in the wine
She’s serving scallops, salad, and strychnine
Bittersweet platter of petite deceits

The dinner party’s dead

“What’s your poison?” Said Death’s-head
Atramentous wings shed a decaying scent
“Jealousy.”
The Reaper fed

Self-Isolation

Outblowing lexicon, a phenomenal connect-athlon
Fighting for facetime, speaking through screens
Pixelated smiles in low-rise jeans

Self-Isolation—the new meditation, egoless online ID and high-rise screams
A concrete jungle; we’re monkeys with machines

Lovebirds

New love so saccharine, cherubs watch from on high
Blushing as we writhe in angelic ecstasy
Your voice will suffice
Drown out a judgemental dirge
Doves & crows sing jealously
Two hearts heave—a frantic merge
One half of the same soul
Separate wings make us whole