My razor sight
shook me
into an ether
of uncertainty
into an aroma
of strength
Short-circuited neurons
transported me
to a lacerated time line,
the black cliffs of loneliness
the effluent of relationships
where fractures never healed
They stay with me
broken and drowning
Folded Airplanes
Shall I give up
these curious carefree days
replace them with
folded planes?
Paper destinations
weigh heavier
than disjointed
flights of foolish
imaginings
The Comfort of Night and Sleep
This morning
I searched in my soul
for the softness in your breath
to occupy your touch,
I poked at the ashes of living
to find my self
Night is cold
but warmer
than my day
Sleep is gentle
soothing as velvet