Wake up in alarm to the buzz of a bee keeping time Open the blinds to the blinding primetime shine Wash away my sincerity and dress »
I find my way through mazes You could say I’m amazing at mazes Mazes with tricky turns and illusions Ones that attempt to overwhelm you »
I observe my world and resist being callous I collect furniture for my memory palace Except for that discarded recliner sitting along the highway You never »
When I squint my eyes I bend the light just right Prisms that illuminate beyond what is me I find answers within the spectrum of what »
An old man’s lonely eyes gaze longingly out the window Hunched in a wheelchair bound for nowhere A sad out of focus christmas tree in »
Armed by pepper tree branches Shielded by boulders and stones Shaded by blanketing leaves Bluebird sentries warn of foe The flanks protected by treacherous climbs Runic »
I say I’m not like them So therefore I am I scroll through the scum So therefore I am The pastime makes me numb It »
You were disassembled and reassembled But something went missing Like that last puzzle piece that leaves an irregular void A little thing, but the biggest thing »
My eyes open. Darkness. Silence — peace. My mind stirs— flashes— Ignites— idles— purrs— thought release— speed increase— a blur. This is my best time— fresh— ripe— »
One day—long ago now—too long ago I took a walk—a hike—with my dog—my sidekick I didn’t go to work—I »