there’s a strangeness to these days that i can’t quite put a finger on the persistent tapping in the back of my mind that once
Category: Poetry & Prose
Parade
Like an all-inclusive, unescapable Parade route through madness Everybody loves this, so they say Tossing candy, waving to the pretty lady Saluting distant, vacant eyes
I Could Listen Forever
Tell me again about Those things that glow Just out of reach Beyond touch Unimaginable for Someone like me But according to you Real, nonetheless
Absurdity
This continuum of madness That plagues throughout Wringing hands and picked scabs Passed from seed to full bloom In the blink of an eye That
What Awaits
I still try to laugh, sometimes But it’s getting harder the more My eyes peel back to understanding The way we cradle and coddle ourselves
We Are of Broken Ash
A brief glimpse of evening Left me on azure drifts, graying Carrying away this thought, that And the other, in long sighs It’s the momentary
The Stories In Between 