The End

I can feel it coming to an end now, You can feel it on its way down, in the free thrown order or disorder of the sunshine and rainbows. The seedlings springing up for air, the eggs are hatching. Life uncurling and detaching, casting your holds on these molds, that you watch roll down the …

The Jungle

Hey, person singing, do you want to sing with me? I’ll give you a freebee, a walk by, a, say hi and leave without goodbye. Life’s too short to forget to knock. Your head spins but you’re too young to be locked up. To be crossed, to get your dreams tossed, sloshed, you’re too small …

Again, We Are Here

And when we go into our days, And when we creep out of our caves. We let the sunshine hit the lines on our faces, Tracing every wrinkle, Nibbling at our dimples, And we remember what warmth feels like. We lie down in our places, And we dream of our escape, as we melt into …

In The Morning

In the morning, before anyone wakes up, I conspire alone. In the dark. I creep up and into my sole, and see what lies there. I crawl along the ground from one place to another. One hundred voices echo to me, from inside me. I sit there, in the echo’s, listening closely. I don’t know …

Poetry in the Morning

Soldier October 17th 2021 I’ve been feeling strange lately, sitting idly, deranged in my estranged venue, my avenue, towards all I thought I knew.\ But the chicken flew over the coop, right on cue. They all stepped into line, right on cue. And I looked to you, I looked right at you. So you looked away, …