Monday, April 14, 2025

The Ways

 (Written 14 April 2025 at 12:53 am)


The ways in which


The machines sound and the lights blink 

The electrons move

The conversation stagnates

And then maybe finds its groove


The smells permeate the toxic air

Before you barely notice it

Your lips begin to frame a thought

But your mind loses the important bit


My heart beats, all Okay

Until it starts to scream

The full moon shines confidently over

What turns out to be a dream


Are shards, and jagged at that, of

The incoherent flux

That too-loudly claims to be the tapestry

Explaining why it all sucks. 

Thursday, March 20, 2025

Pieces

 (Written 20 March 2025, 11:27 pm ET)


All of the pieces of my soul,
Especially the ones shaped like people I know,
Ache terribly.

Is meaning buried in one of them?
Or has it seeped away through the gaps
When I let them drift too far apart?

Some of the pieces of my soul,
Probably the ones I never meant to silence,
Are too quiet.

We once conversed,
And I learned things
Until I started teaching.

None of the pieces of my soul
Feel whole.

Who reaches out to me?