From time to time, If you take a moment and focus, Inward, (Eyes closed so as to see) Take inventory: Of handprints on the furniture, Your furniture. They’re carving out initials of ownership, With the carefree confidence of, The young … Continue reading As you were
On the horizon, I can see, The me of me/s, Yet to be, Burning bright, With angry promise: That tomorrow carries, A foreign and distant air, In which Truth is erased, And left unreplaced. Continue reading Tomorrow will be different
‘I remember that face you would make, Just as I subtly stumbled through the door, Into a room devoid of your light: Not disgust, per se. But close enough. In fact, It’s the only face of yours I can see, … Continue reading A clean, will-darkened place
When I saw you, I knew: I could only belong to you, In the way only a soul can, Through combination of a, Cosmically cruel, Twist of fate and a, Cosmically cruel, So-called ‘will’. We laughed and we ‘loved’, … Continue reading Indentured solitude
When the time comes, That the light seeks a better audience, (Of virtue and number), Our story will be whispered, Echoing through the empty halls of our descendants, Yet unbuilt, “We have lived and laughed, Loved; Now there’s nothing left.” … Continue reading My Son, My Son; What have I done?
The dawn carried the whisper of a question: ‘Where are you now?’, As uncertainty rained down like acid on those, Now obviously, Fragile and stupid sand castles, Pretending like we were protected. Say goodbye to Tomorrow, For now … Continue reading The Age of the Young (Wo)Men