Shades of Bill

"With fickle zest we raise them Like a scythe before the wheat, And crown with prickly diadem, Ivy tossed before their feet. Give urns of tart libation, And pedestals of concrete. No matter what their ..."

"There amid once pristine bottles now reflective shards Delicately rises a violet like a swollen purple eye Darkened all the more by the shade of a dented can Half-submerged and tilted like a mortar ai..."

"A pall enshrouds me while she speaksAnd demons red as violenceRip with talons from her fair mouthThe words she spews like vitriol,To smear across my naked chestAs if some sacred liniment Where it burn..."