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

Step Into the Sun

All I ever do is run. So how do I step in… Step into the sun?

daunted

he enters the fray daunted – so much like before