If the eyes are windows to the souland all I see is rain,then every thought becomesa puddle shallow in depthand deep in malaise.Soaked in solitude,not even the birdsoffer their melody, drownedby the rhythm of the gray.Yet in spite of the turbid sky,we hope —knowing spring is here andflowers are near andthe tilt of the earth … Continue reading windows
brain
monotony
Another bird, another bounty of color,another day dismissed for night,two more books for the brain foldscountless notions to scroll through the night.What makes the morning worth the alarm?The maybes never made,the chaos never conquered—the extraordinary monotony of living ~day crests, night falls, birds banter about the weather,and light dawnson usdeparting — to live or to … Continue reading monotony
coils
Peaks and valleys coil,wrapping ‘round the middle,squeezing the life out of hope.Brain mice scurry to settle on consistent inconsistencies:fragmented information as breadcrumbsto a deeper doom of fiction. Hope is hindered but not haltedin the grand halls of uncertainty,edging away fromthe dungeon of despairto travel by airto meet the origin of manto honor an untimed death.
eyes before talons
A red tailed hawk crashes brain firstinto the reflection of a hill — stunned ~— awoken ~— perched ~~ preyed ~free. Cycles of semblanceobstruct perspectives of truthas we slowly piece away the masks of make believe, approaching the innerborder of infinity.The eyes shout dangerlouder than talons,six two-inch warningsof the terror hiding behind shocked lids.
in the gray
In the gray we float above the trenches dug by factions of fiction.In the gray we meet,transmuting skull-bound matterinto bonds that matter more.In the graywe loveby lettinghearts seebeyond the face.
Species of Value 