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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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?

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink