In Your Wake

by Steven W. Rouach

Pantomime Horses

Carnival horses stapled to their carousel 
running in circles 
faces long and growing old 
well I’ve seen their eyes roll back to…

Happiness In A Pair Of Jeans

A Deadly Consequence

The Rod Did Not Spare Us.

But it might have spoiled our lives.

Pain

A poem

How much I have missed 
your bittersweet company
the torment you inflict
I hate it when you visit 
but the voice…

Wounded

In what bandages have you wrapped yourself?

Our shadows fall

…

In the coal fields of Pennsylvania

The Land of Two Medicines

Tonight there was a thunderstorm
And I read the Book of Job

The Little Death

I hate the moment
After I cum
And open my hand
To let the wet paper
Fall
Into the toilet

Insomnia

I sleep, but my eyes stare at the dark
I lay on the bed but my head’s stark
The vision is so clear, but your spoken words are marked
Am I…