Poem: Chronically
In the beginning
there was light
blazing blinding
painful bright;
from there it never
got any better
just repeating
more of the same;
each day bringing
another open wound
festering with pain;
why does it hurt
so fucking much
to be alive?
Because being dead
would be senseless.
Poem: Degenerations
Nominally normal
generations of degenerates
germinating
Again
and again
and again.
Wild seeds
dispersing freely
without preconception
Replacing the complacent
With the unconstrained
The river is never the same
and neither are we.
Poem: Evaporation
glass tumbler
fully coolly
overly brimming
perceptively placed
for nocturnal
sip missions
I rest
restlessly
wrestling
tiresome
daemons
tossing turning
tousled
in yearning
wry morpheus
still spurning
till burning
parched morning
enters my room
yells
“DAMMIT ARISE!”
— I comply
glass tumbled
empty of life
I Lazarus shamble
seeking cold
porcelain relief
fully flushed
I am now
less than I was
and no more
than a drop
in the ocean that is…
Poem: Hard Edges
late breakfast
on her porch
we prattle
enjoying June breeze
meandering memories
of who we once were
and might have been
we wander her garden
geraniums growing green
pausing to pluck
pink peonies
into a paper
coffee cup
scooping water from
the crumbling koi pond
trailing muffin crumbs
and fresh wishes
in the fading dew.
Poem: I Promise Nothing
I promised you nothing
and I promptly delivered
exquisitely forged
wrapped in leftovers
from the Emperor’s new robes
You remain unhappy
hungry with expectation
in the same way my cat
greets each morning
full of purring and rubbing
mewling to have
your emptiness filled
I promised you nothing
and you promptly begged
for just a little bit more
offering me nothing in return
The truth is
your honey nothing
is better than mine.
