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I sat and watched a sad movie and it made me cry
so I went out to the offie and bought myself a Mivvi
and a three-litre bottle of dry

It feels like my life is being played out
on old cinema reels,
weird eh?
but that's how it feels.

I put on a highly-rated comedy,
it didn't make me laugh,
but the cider soaked my trousers
when I knocked a full glass over.

Sometimes life's a replay but I don't remember when
and so I sat and watched a sad movie and it made me cry
There will come a time
when the poem you’re writing
surpasses all the others

Inscribed in your psyche
alive in your memory
—transformed and redefined

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
What do you do when you don't feel safe in your own head?
Uncomfortable in your own skin, afraid of the demons under your bed
And all the monsters that have been locked away out back in the woodshed
Waiting for the day I said would never come is now right around the bend
It'll be here any moment, why pretend?
I worry more about what was left unsaid
Cautious of the where we're being misled to, not the when
I try not to fear what I can not comprehend
Really couldn't tell you if this is a life I'd recommend
Can't possibly know until the end
So come around again and ask me then

Make sure you know
what you’re trying to say

But let readers figure it out
— for themselves

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
some people are already dead
and don't feel the magic
of moonlight and a car and a 6 pack
music on the radio
and an arm around someone
you think you love
and sometimes when the moon is full
I can hear your footsteps
coming down the back porch steps
of your house
and the memories of you
come running to that moment
when our hearts were young
and if I am attentive
to these echoes from my heart
I can hold you in my arms
for the briefest of moments
The inevitable
underground again
to ramble
to preamble
to lie alone.
A rock struck stone.
A lair of sorts
" a place "
where these words
get covered over
by cyber-dust
to be shelved-away
in makeshift chapters
that will pair well
w/ what happens
on a day-to-day.
Sometimes sporadic
sometimes enormous
sometimes nothing
just sometimes.
I woke up to the fact that I've been compartmentalizing people.

Sectioning off different aspects of their personality and treating them like strangers.

As if they aren't just one and the same.

It's gotten me in trouble to fall in love with
The good you's and developing too much leniency for the bad you's.

Almost ignoring the bad altogether.

But sometimes we have to put it altogether to accurately make an assessment on someone's character and if we really love them,
And even if you really love them,
Is it safe for you to love them?

I can't hide from the whole anymore.

Its gotta be all or nothing.
Irrespective of station, be it doctor or pop star,
A singular destiny awaits, beyond the horizon afar.
The temporal journey's end, it shall conceive,
Leaving behind a mere vestige, in memory we believe.
In the grand tapestry of life, where dreams transpire,
All possessions, we hold, briefly do they aspire,
Transient treasures in our transient chest,
A poignant reminder, life's fleeting bequest
chasing our shadow down city sidewalks

i can't help but wonder if you miss me like i miss you

picking wild daisies, your birth flower, off the side of the road as i place them in my hair the way i tucked it behind your ear

i can't help but wonder if you still think of me too or if i have been forgotten

everywhere i go i look over my shoulder in case you're there

am i the one you look for in a crowded room?

do you wish you could see me too?

everything i do i wish i could be doing with you

do you miss the sound of my voice the way my heart is aching to hear yours again?

do you wish you were standing here next to me like i wish you could be?...
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