01272018

i say ‘we,’ so much easier than saying ‘i.’ 

i say a word, but what i mean is

something behind it. 

i say, ‘we hide behind our other faces,’ 

but what i mean is

‘i hide behind this farcical lie.’ 

there is such loneliness in ‘i.’

such hollowness… such solitariness in knowing

there is no one to share your i-ness with you. 

to exist inside a certain state 

inside a certain ‘i am’ 

and to know ‘this oneness is mine.’

there is such angst inside 

that dark reality… this terrible truth

i am delivering from the shadows.

01212018

sometimes, one must rest—i must rest—from 

the ubiquity of life. but. i go one step

further. i lie down to sleep.

that is my intention. 

to sleep.

a failed intention,

as it turns out.

instead, 

i feign sleep. 

someone once told me that 

pretending is a surefire 

step in the direction 

of truth. 

i say, if pretense be my truth

in this moment, so be it! 

in simulating sleep, i find it.

01162018

today.
found time.
unanticipated.

it greets me.
i grin.

i observe it
as though it were
an optical illusion.

it is,
isn't it?

the afternoon is pulsing,
resonant and serene, 
filled with possibility.

i dare to be with
the extraordinary.

i dare because,
not to dare...

i am seized by a radiance
that demands no
return.

01022018

bark. stark.

angles. dreams.

vitality. audacity.

anticipation. desecration. 

the skin whimpers.

the spirit churns.

a vacant chair 

sits by a window.

a desiccated orange rind 

rests beneath a table.

don’t let’s talk about hunger, please.