dead and breathing

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

black grass

and in the dark can we see
when there is no false light to blind
our squinting eyes from reality:
life is decay,
love is loss,
and death is kept time.

aphorism

"Blessed are the forgetful: for they “get the better” even of their blunders."

The Empty Bed

A restless murmur within and without

Squeezes and seizes the open soul

With a breathy air of teasing doubt

That curdles and swallows the spirit whole.

These lonely nights caress and stroke

A wanderlust of angst on thread

That the Fates do snip to choke

A life once awake now sleeping dead.