A poem of philosophical meanderings — Sometimes I'm an afterthought dying in a gutter like Poe wondering when the pain in my prefrontal cortex will end, Yet is it the migraines Or humanity's idiocy that's driving me to suicidal speeds along this empty highway? If the flat-earthers are right I'll drive right off the turtle's shell into the abyss to fall forever Like I've been doing since I…

A poem about the importance of the growth of the heart and finding new love — I wonder if you think about me anymore As twilight drifts across your sleepy face? A willow branch across the moon, a shadow Across the bare feet of a sleepwalker’s swoon. Is the bed as warm as it was? Or was I so easily replaced? Is it still the same hourglass shimmering Hamlet’s specter? A Hallway of…

A poem about the microcosm of sorrow — I grow old as my proteins unfold In the polarity of sincerity Decays in hydrophobic Enormity of timeless Deformity. Polypeptide spine Conformation al isomerism of lowest carbon chain vines. Yet here we are, in the RNA alleys, waiting for the coming Of helical graves, to decay such Phenotype days. And I wonder, If I shall remember the…

A poem about seeking those deeper things in existence — Like an atom struck by love, I want to float A cloud in the sky A dragonfly upon the cattails A falling leaf in fall I want everything to be simple Moss growing on a rock A mountain sleeping at dawn Cracked and weathered ice Forming across Walden’s pond I want to be timeless Grass swaying, not a timepiece In its…

A poem to the woman who left me and the myth left behind — If I cried out for you, would you hear me? Despite the lump in my throat despite the sword of loss, tearing my organs, one by one, piece by piece, until all that’s left is an epitaph of forgotten memory. Would you see my smile, among the ravens' grimace? And hold my cold body, despite the forest dark, and hungry…

A poem about depression — I’m reading Poe again. and thinking about the end the darkness a comforting axe even when those gentle orbs give me a nurturing warmth, alas. …

A poem about loss and heartbreak — There’s an old clock tower in Whitefish, that watches winter with a dire need, all those frozen tundra smiles knowing the beauty of a moment lies in cozy boutiques. And we giggle, arm in arm; walking in the coming of fall those burned orange leaves and hospice yellow trees coughing and smiling, feeling they will come…

A poem of the Earth within your eyes — Eternal winter snowflake smiles and ghost town eyes looking into the wilderness of a mind unraveling 11-dimensional yarn tattered cornfields twist as Ariadne sleeps in the meadowlands of a new kiss. Did you forget to tend the fire? Did you forget to say goodbye? Did you forget I loved you, when you left, sweeping mist of the desolate night? I would have stopped the…

A poem of sadness and a fool’s hope — I lost something a once vibrancy, a mystery cloaked in allegory, rainfall of faded color as you smiled in smeared eyeliner weeping mistakes. …