Are you still at it
how far is far enough
so far you've taken everything
you thought would matter
now will you destroy my love
my ability to love the world
my search for the morning sunlight
to embrace life and refuse to let go
how many more meat hooks
do you have in store
ripping my flesh away
breaking the broken pieces
smaller and smaller
'til you sweep me away
.............................................

Rustling leafs & chimes
play through my head

In Central Park I lie alone
Enjoying the fall day
watching clouds drift along

Finding solace in every gust

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...