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.

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.

no amount of time
can quell this raw ache
burning between us
sending us reeling

no amount of words
would ever explain
the madness we feel
when we are alone

no amount of gold
will equal our love
we’ll never need more
than this bare caress.

In celebration
I thought I would write
long lyrical poems
each April morning

Then
nothing
happened

The blank screen mocking
it’s cursor laughing
at my dysfunction
of failed lexicon

There’s
nothing
inside

Imagination
is a dried desert
drifting in the wind
whispering of death

Til
nothing
remains.

I’d rather be calm
as this glassy lake
than feel those stormy
winds writing my fate
hard on razor rocks
and eliminate
any delusion
that I might escape
what is preordained
because of the snake
promising knowledge
to substantiate
the reason to be…

ahh – I see my mistake.