not tomorrow came

not tomorrow came
that his eye seize all
that his iron freeze our soul
that his sashes cling our waste
that his levy tax the yawl
that his barrel bruise the mast
that his slashes bat the pall

Who am I to say

But who am I to decide what I can want

Who am I to decide what I need

Who am I to say that I deserve any of it 

And who are they to say whether I deserve anything

Who are they to decide what I need

Who are they to say that I shall not want

What does it say about you when you won’t hear the words

What does one say when the speaker turns away

Where does one go to find the lost silent comfort

Who holds the power to lift a fallen star like me

Proof

I have devised an ingenious Proof of the Incompleteness of Man, but unfortunately it will not fit on my Wrist.

The way to Lohalana

You’ll need this map. Take the scenic highway out to Trembling Fern, then turn north on the dotted blue line. They don’t show this road on modern maps, but you can see it in satellite view. Go to the very end; then you’ll get out and take a dozen photos, none of which will be good. Believe me, it happens every time.

(2025-07-08) 

pillow

Would that I were her pillow
to cradle that sacred head
and blot away her sorrow
in blesséd teardrops shed

(2025-07-07)

 

pollutions

looking for a place to coagulate my mind

stir a steady precipitate,

form a sedimented state,

a firm cemented solid,

from elemental factors

mental extractions,

abstractions, distractions, excitations, ablations, ablutions, absolutions, dissolutions, dissipations, pollutions, collusions, illusions, diffusions, confusions

(2025-05-09)

 

 

happy places

"Go to your happy place!" they say

But my happy places all make me sad

Galleries of all I have lost

(2016-02-22)

 

 

"It's never too late to become who you were meant to be."

But my fear is that I already have.

(2016-02-22)