(2013)
Poem about feeling extra sleepy early in the day.
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
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 words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
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:
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream