Routine

The whole world is asleep

yet

I remain awake

in this 

routine darkness.

Find me here

and I will

give my

hand

to you.

Lost & Found

Mundane
Ordinary
Everyday 
Existence
Defined
Solely
Through
Routine
Bored
Familiarity

Push 
Beyond
Known 
Paths

Wander
Through
Unknown
Forests

Find
That
Which
Has
Been
Looking
For
You

Broken hearted but 
your tongue is still working

There will be a time 
of Hope and no pain
and in those hollows 
we will live again

Time Enough

Is there time enough

     for us to change

There is 

There is

as long as hope

is carried

there is enough time

     for us to change

An Endless Cycle of Despair and Gluttony

I will not fight

for that

which I do not

believe

All Human

It is late and I am
awake
           thinking of all 

the greats
and their problems

I pour a drink
It's my second one

It's after midnight
I am no great

I am troubled
as all humans are

both great
and unalike

Warnings

What makes the birds sing
at midnight

I hear their chirps through
the tiredness of this world

and can only surmise
they must be warning us

of what
it is hard to say

We are a selfish
and insecure people

There's a part of me thats died
that wishes to live again

Parading A Corpse

Do you want to love me or
Do you want to fight?

Looking Into the Pasture

I press down gently on my brakes and pull off
the road into the gravel near the gate
A gray haze hovers over green pastures

There are cows grazing
A calf calls for it's mother

I face the gates as I'm
greeted by statues of saints
guarding the entrance
They don't seem to mind me

1864

1899

1903

1921

1980

Starting points
End points

From here to then
From then to an end

What little of anything there is
in this world

Everything shrinking
disappearing

diminishing

There is only enough time
to do what needs doing

and even then
it won't feel like enough

Make use now
of thi

nights of consequence
passing days of no import
eternal present

El Segundo Blue

The sign says Pedestrians Prohibited

I walk past it

into the abandoned streets

of the forgotten town

I look back

and see you standing

on the boulevard

watching me from a distance

No wonder I didn't hear

your steps

I keep on walking

until I look and see you

walking away

Only then do I turn

to walk back