Without anything to say
except look at the moon
please, before you lose
all sense of wonder.
Post-Wednesday (heartburn)
The day is an empty embrace
which I didn’t think was possible
until I started to grow up recently.
I’m buried beneath
years of outward reticence
and inner abandon-
there aren’t enough antacids
to make up the difference.
Freshly
When a morning breaks
during armageddon,
it’s like trying to trace the outline
of a cloud
when you’re in the middle of it-
there aren’t boundaries
and your body is a vast damp lawn.
