Lay me down On a fleeting Expanse of stillness Caress the waves Over my lassitude As I embrace The reticence within Spreading forth From open
Category: Poetry & Prose
Some Things Never Die
Through these caverns An echo mourns The passing of a life Wrought with hope And the illusion Of significance A wordless meaning Left hanging on
Determined to Rise
The char on the inside Doesn’t go away Tattooed and scarred Although the bleeding Stopped, years ago The ache remains I scrape at it A
Come Looking
If you ever feel like looking You can find me scattered Across the plains, twisting In the valleys, longing Within the groves, endless Pieces, here
Blessed are the Meek
i’m about done with all this constant need for knowing incessant dissection of the absurdity spinning around and through me elaborated constructs of meaning in
Old Men and Their Candy
The old man satLegs crossed, foot bouncingThe blinds were drawnSummer heat screamingFrom the warped floorboardsYou could see the dust, each particleFloating in faint strips of
