The Curse of Hope

Hope is insidious in its waning,
lingering sweet like a sin,
an unspoken prayer
that betrays reason
in defiance of looming inevitability
while offering nothing more
than a lengthening of the hours
of a lonely vigil.

Deal Gone Right

I sold

your picture

today.

 

It only cost

the Devil

my soul.

abstraction

love has no leave
we fly down in velvet dreams
and thirst with the sky under brilliant song
living out of wild bodied trees

The Journey

I refuse to let death be my life,
for it is the only one that I have;
I’ll not worry about the end of my path,
it will come soon enough,
and getting there is the fun part.

scars

death of expression

I am not my words

but they are all

I have left of me.

nostalgia

right now

is passing me by

because I’m stuck in yesterday

waiting for a word never uttered

and a future that cannot be