I walk these streets That we once shared Through neon’s glow Window shop curiosities Remind me What it is I’m looking for As others pass
Tag: Free Verse
The Garden
Dangling on the wrong side of yesterday Searching for what I never had, within what’s left Waiting for meaning in sun-bleached tomorrows That never come
On Writing (Yet Another)
Inspiration strikes like a match In an afternoon monsoon microburst Of clichés, tired and trite The obligatory opening and closing Threadbare and uninspired A triple-dose
Adrift
I felt it likely In this solitude My thoughts would Find their way Back to you Eventually Drifting on A lucid current Around and past
One Slip, For The Punished – A Collaboration
It’s through shallow eyes And loose fingers Which you grip the world So much easier To slip Through my icy embrace Than to accept For
Eyes Meet
Our eyes meet Through a cool Dark air Within a pause Of forgotten Something And somewhere And sometime With someone Forever removed In the last
