Category: Realization


A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

Critical email,
in the office, doesn’t seem
so important now.

Killed,
beaten,
held down-
spared,
constantly being made,
trying to turn you back
as you fly by
in a nick-
saved,
you heal
all wounds,
often wasted,
flooded with you,
and then, not
enough, we’re
so fickle,
us silly
humans,
let’s
hope, that
now, we’re
not out
of You.