Sunday, March 29, 2015

I'm afraid of the man

I'm afraid of the man
whose dreams are lonely memories
of embraces achingly desolate
of loves long since forsaken
of touches barren, solitary
reflection in an empty room.
I am afraid I am that man.

Friday, March 20, 2015

This poignant silence

At some point, I hope
An exclamation point stops
This poignant silence.