
Dismayed
as the world
falls apart
in shades
of brick
and gray
it comes to mind
that small fixes
might not
be enough
to turn
the tide away

Dismayed
as the world
falls apart
in shades
of brick
and gray
it comes to mind
that small fixes
might not
be enough
to turn
the tide away

In Love
who needs alcohol
when we can be
drunk on each other
and the company
we keep
so that the world
seems a little brighter
in your company
than whenever
left alone
and my heart sings
in harmony
with yours

Overstimulated
Let’s sink in
to the quiet stillness
of small burrows
and soft moss
where the sounds
of water drops
and faint rustle
of bird feathers
are all ears can hear
and slugs move
at the speed
of slow breaths
and we can watch
from the sidelines
as they race
at speeds
we could only
dream of

Eagerness
Clouds fill the sky
returning the world
to the familiar hues
of blue, gray and green
and lips spread
into a wide smile
as rainfall approaches
eager to return
cold and wet
to a land tired
of being baked
under the sun

Frustrated
cling a little tighter
as stem withers
and decay
takes hold
and you try
to still hold on
when the branch
seeks to set
you free
and still you cling
grip tightening
knuckles white
unwilling
to break free
and fly

Wrung Out
when back spasms
so close to quitting
and legs wobble
with weakness
of pressure on nerves
that shouldn’t
be pressed
the time comes
to make the choice
to sit down
or fall down
for the body
won’t break
but it will reach
a point
where it will simply
quit