beyond the iris

I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.

too quickly passing

Equinox / our remaining hope / before / Darker / Interrupts / Dark

We Have No Choice But To Comply.

– models of masculinity –

To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.

And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.

I can code-switch with the best of them.

Let my palate adjust / To the heat / And the sweet,

I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.

No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.

Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self

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.

My morning’s skies of blue soon turned to gray / The moment’s respite gone in sheets of rain

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

Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine

So, today’s word prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “hope“. HA! HA HA! I just wrote a poem … More

the breath so long withheld

where again is there?

branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness

Sometimes you need to adjust the settings.

	revivedwriter on too quickly passing
	Lucy on too quickly passing
	Suzanne on faux foodstuff
	Ben Kohns on faux foodstuff
	Ben Kohns on Keep The Change?