And just like death every path of planned futures faded until empty black was every way forward. When she placed a foot, pounding and quiet, the path quaked ripples toward … Continue reading Just Like Death
I am a penny blacked and scraped flat, like the bottom of a well dug hole, rusted by life; Bureaucrat, heart working by rote, who cannot get back courage or … Continue reading Two Sense
I have pushed, plied, & pried Your features: Rolling flat your edges With Emotions, explanations, & elements Which were never yours. I have cobbled into existence a chimera: Three dimensional … Continue reading Unrevealed Man
Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.
This is like Drowning in a Sea of Doubt. There are no Definifitive titles to tell Dazzled potential lovers which Denizens in the suspect Deep are heart eaters. Do you … Continue reading Fish in the Sea