Wednesday, August 30, 2017


On a nescient morning; you turned a corner-
-and there I was, four bags of gloom.
One for each week of your joys I'd entomb.
Your zest I'd consume.

I loomed, a dark truth behind your generous smiles
I leaped when they left with your strength to smite.
I dragged a tenuous you away from the light.
A soul-thirsty parasite.

And in the most vulnerable of nights,
I seeped through the cracks of your tattered floor.
Your walls I broke, your dreams I tore.
The nightmare you abhor.

There's no definitude of this anhedonian state.
"If thou live to see like right bereft,
This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left."
I bid no precept.

The morning of the fifth week came, and I rose;
You eagerly kissed me goodbye at the door.
I applaud your triumph, but do keep score-
-I promise there's more.

Friday, April 21, 2017

The Only Constant

Flowers wilt, wounds scar;
The earth erodes, wombs are blessed.
Some take to the mountains to convalesce,
Others forge a new path by the evening star.

Today souls gather, tomorrow disband
Like incessant scribbles in the sand
decimated by the tides of time;
Worth a million today, tomorrow not a dime.

Our constants are but variables, 
But constant variables there will be.
It's only a matter of time before you see
That the only constant is change.