I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.
What Once Was Known – Sonnet XXIX
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
Leftovers? – #SoCS
pray… that what I set free is worth more than what he leaves behind.
beyond the iris
I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.
too quickly passing
Equinox / our remaining hope / before / Darker / Interrupts / Dark
biofeedback
We Have No Choice But To Comply.
faux foodstuff
– models of masculinity –
Keep The Change?
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
Can you paint with all the colours? – #SoCS
I can code-switch with the best of them.
I’m Spicy!
Let my palate adjust / To the heat / And the sweet,
I’m Just Me
I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.
Look without Edges
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
dissonance rules
We are all creatures / of habit, acting / as we always do.
And thus I proceed – Amen.
Even with functioning eyes / Seeing can never be forced.
Mirror
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
“Moist” – #SoCS
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.
I’ve checked the flights from here to there
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
Just Air
Just / Air
rain, rain, go away?
My morning’s skies of blue soon turned to gray / The moment’s respite gone in sheets of rain
