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
The Sense in Things
i was in a hurry once but not anymore not since that time i tried to make sense of things rolling it between my fingers,
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
Possibility of Existence
In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
Nothing
I grow tired of the reflection How it always stares back at me Like an old friend I’ve watched over the years Condescending, knowing, judging
Are We There Yet
On a dull return from somewhere I found myself enveloped in a lengthy discussion Bordering on debate, as to the truth behind The coveted emerald
