"Dwarfs in Hiding"

All is quiet here
    quiet
Like air
    still
Like dwarfs in hiding
I swear
I'll scream before the silence is eroded
    erased
To make ill
    will
And all I expect of you.

"Pilgrim's Sage"

I'm raging
Racing politely with dragons
And pilgrims
And dashing knights with swords
And heavy armor
And daggers that pierce stones
Some voice answers phones
And doesn't comprehend
The person on the other end
With ink stained hands
Loving purple twilight
And sweet gestures
Inked with a quill;
I open my door,
Set foot on damp pavement,
The air fills my lungs with smells of tomorrow
And lonely pilgrim's sage.

"Isolation's Harness"

The skies are like blown glass
Sticky hands sift dirt and taciturn;
Tiny harnesses
That pull isolation,
Flippantly,
Sodden wretched limbs
Timid with spasms
And heaving solemnity;
Moonbeams cast shadows
That tumble into lucid pigment
Faltering from summits;
And starfish thaw the tension
Although maul ornaments a common motto
And euphoria are horribly severed out of existence
By tiny harnesses,
Uncanny and clad with inconceivable plagues.