From the sated unease Of generic malaise To the twisted telophase Of self-serving “please” I have sat, and I have endured From the expectant hope In the newness of this To the melancholy kiss Of neck-burning rope I have sat, and I have endured From the truest of self Living purposefully To heart crying bitterly And life on the shelf I will stand, and my life secure

Light Fog The Charging fog Charging like the last battalion Charging like the woman Whose therapy is retail The Charging fog Clouding my thoughts Concealing my truth, swirling with the lies of the past The Changing light Changing like the four seasons Changing like the woman Who has a date tonight The Changing light Coming from Him Churning through you, burning Through the memory of fog *** He Who He who fills my heart Who built my heart He who… Read more »