You___

yeah. well
i'm not that guy
(except i am,
and several more)
anyway.
so it's not as though i care;



january 2014

solitude

automonologue delivered

on a dark stage

three hundred empty stadium seats:

a simple, bitter peace

expected disappointment

this is a blind business, here:

a posthumous profession

yet i return

a customer of former thoughts:

scrawling quick impressions
on the future's peeling wall

january 2014

a spell

after flurries of commotion,

silence falls, like 

sudden summer rain from open skies;

long peace, an oil color streak,

descends upon a dusk-dimmed valley.

in these calm times, the dark is filled

with quiet beauty,

content & still.

january 2014