(2013)
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
