Terrified
Stupefied
On how the sun feels warmer
When you've spent years being cold

This weightlessness
What a peculiar taste

On a cliff
One of us wishes to fall
To quiet down
These grieving bones
These restless hearts

Oh the heaviness
Of being a stone
In a sea of pulsating flesh

“If there is no enemy within,
the enemy outside can do us no harm”

I wonder
Will we become what we
Have always dreamed
of being:
At peace
With ourselves

As the sun cries itself to sleep
His room is flooded
With warm, gentle, orange glow

The sun
Like her coffee-flavored kisses
Refuses to be forgotten

Sunset
Slip quietly and sadly beyond view

Sunset
A revelation
That end holds beauty too

whisk eggs,
pop ‘em in the pan;
tilt and rotate,
toss the omelette—
catch it if you can.

Pull too hard
The fish will slip off the hook
Let it out too far
The line will snag
The fish will swim away


Here is an adopted method
A longer leash
Around your infinite space
A defined cage
In which you can play

Dear Godzilla,
Kraken,
Scylla,
Mokele-Mbembe,
Baphomet,
Tiamat,
Typhoo­n,
Abaddon,
Leviathan,
and Sargon.

Just engulf us and end this misery.