Month: August 2025

Situational gravity

Moment to moment–

Stumbling light fluffy steps
Along a rubbery path
Which suddenly gives way
Sloshing then sinking
Submerged to my neck
Now drying concrete
Until I can no longer move–

Then yanked up
Peeled away
By an invisible giant
I float as a victim
Of gravity gone mad–

Finally fatal attraction happens
And I fall because maybe
The feeling is mutual

Bracing for an impact
That never happens
The surface reality
Shatters with a splash
As I crash through fluid
Then sink
Into a puddle
Hoping that I drown

But with a flash
Sudden evaporation–
Moments painful moments pass
Before I slowly stand
Then having only moved
A few paces before
The ground oscillates again

Invasive species

When cozy feelings
Build their nest within the heart
I want to shoo them away
Before all welcomes they overstay
And make themselves at home
Disrupting my daily thoughts
Their chirps tweets and caws–
Maybes perhaps and oughts

Even with careful planning
Making the heart a quiet yet hostile place
Inhospitable and inimical
To any stray feeling looking for a home
They somehow find a way
To take a foothold
Laying eggs that hatch infatuation
Rearing fledglings for domestication
For taming a stoic heart
That longs to be left alone
After endgame
After endgame
After endgame
An infinite war
Fought by an old man
Who tires of
Punchdrunk
Skips of beat and
Grievous heartache
Ebbing and flowing
Within him

“Please make it stop”

18,615

Hours have already passed
Unable to recall my experiences amassed
Did I either move mountains
Or make molehills?
No answers for questions asked

What was the weight of my fate?
Did I make a difference?
Am I already too late?

The clock continues to tick
Like a parasite the night bites
Bites bites bites
No one to read my last rites
Armed with random thoughts
To fight fight fight with–

With each hour
What was ours is no longer
But is taken as we drowse
Dragged back to the depths
Neither to wake nor arouse

And where is our motivation now?

Ambition is a folly
Driving the so-called mighty
To rain their will for good or for ill
Onto others until they smother
We all drown under a reign of error
There are no more guillotines–

All that thought was for naught
18,616

Reflexive property

I met you in kindergarten
And lacked the words to tell you
So I cried to get your attention

I met you in high school
And when I did tell you
You left the next day

I met you in college
But didn’t realize
It was really you
So it was me
Who decided to leave

I met you at my first job
And mistook you
For someone else
So I never said
A word to you at all–

Through the years
I’ve met you
Again and again
Unable to tell you
Who I am
How I am doing
What I am feeling

Then on my last day
As I write this
I look in the mirror
And realize
You have been there
For me all along