As we each walk away As we each walk away from the other, smaller we become Until it is no longer any bother, walking farther apart. That which binds, the social adhesive, is a matter of presence. Not the words, not the opinions, nor any sentiment makes us cohesive. Walk away, depart at speed, flee …
Bowels of Decay Reducing life to a solitary dimension Harbouring not one ounce of pretension toward celebration of anything exemplary Instead seeking to assimilate With those who merely imitate The schemes that garner profit You see, it’s not just popular culture …which attracts the profiteering vulture For even that which is lofty… commands its price. …
Stained Glass Illusion You to me were stained glass window Untouchable, out of reach, remote. Would that I could have joined you there More likely than that you joined me here Delusions of a mind’s wishful thinking Condemned forever a realist to be Wrestling, all the while dreams crippled Writhing bereft, amid human debris Why …
Transition Many are they who long for those who are no more Deprived of all which might have been one perpetual night of grief shall be the backdrop to their litany – For brave hearts of the fallen. Oh, that words might pledge Posterity unto moments Which do so fleetingly live before passing into the …