Worn Ou1
17 November 2024

Warn in. Warn out.
No clouds. Just rain
Today, naked tired.
Let the broken lie.

Casual
17 November 2024

Too much pcpcorn,
Netflix and tabled foot.
iPhone case sworn,
Anxiety *** to boot.

Winter Comes
3 November 3024

Cold deep into my glass.
Martini.
Eyes of a dead fish,
Search endlessly for peace that lasts.
Eyes of dead fish,
Listen. Unheard.

Hunger
20 October 2024

Each morning, I wake—
hungry, not just for bread or breath,
but for something deeper,
a taste of the world still untamed,
a bite of what I have yet to find.

I have walked with loss,
felt the weight of dreams half-grown,
and watched as belief slipped,
like sand through open hands.

Incomplete, yes—
but I wear it like a second skin,
not as a wound,
but as a mark of a life still reaching.

I wake, and I am alive,
hungry for what’s next,
for love, for understanding,
for the answers I will never find—
and that’s enough.

In each sunrise, I feel the ache
of being unfinished,
but I know,
there’s beauty in the emptiness.

15 October 2024

Sunlight shortens my mood.
Fall colors wet and fertilize the forest floor.
Furniture on the back deck covered with maple keys to open spring.
This morning there was a momentary snowflake.

Overhead Canada Goode honk to clear their road south warning of North Lights.

I turn on the Mavericks, their voices to wake my efforts.
Mornings need my guidance and, perhaps a dance.  
Bed needs made, things need to dry from last night’s dew.

A strange celebratio of today.

Easel of the Infinite
10. October 2024

On quantum easel, chaos flows,
Brush of time, where nothing slows.
Swirls of color, thoughts untold,
Mirror breaks, reflecting old.

From the furls of unknown threads,
Portraits whisper, shadows spread.
I call my own, but not alone,
In every stroke, a truth is shown.

Tym bends back, the past rewinds,
Yet forward marches, space unbinds.
Chaos paints with gravest care,
The universe, its silent prayer.

Each moment, captured, slips away,
Yet here I stand, each brushstroke stay.
In every swirl, a mystery,
In every glance, eternity.

9 October 2024

Claimed by tides of time, I lived.
Home lives lived, I wandered.
Loved someone I knew, true  
Held by passion, I cried.


Owned? Or where can I rent?