Torrents swept the gutters Mercutio ran in from the parking lot hoping there would be no stabbings under Romeo’s arm today
frogs felt the building mud and croaked atypical for Seattle at any time haunted house thunder shook the aged brickwork
all the imported drunks and homeless started to reminisce about the places they’d been raised
in a city where portable awnings were typically safe as houses they took off with umbrella wings twisted up on spindled legs flying in short hops while the toughest of predator cats searched out groundling crows flopping damp beneath cedars easy snacks on a gloomy day
the whole cast gathered compelled into a circle dripping teen and tween hormones while parents fussed about unpredictable electricity park trees swayed dropped dry needles Juliet cried tears of joy her chest showing through her white blouse turned filmy in a hurry to go home cast off her vestal livery dream in between dry sheets of giving her virginity to someone not bound to go and die a day later
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may