Friday, September 18, 2009


nothing good 
can come of this hour, 
this no man's land, 
a morning that 
mimics night. my 
thoughts in this 
tense present time 
are not made for 
sunshine. my stamina 
argues with my obligations, 
but i've no sense 
of who's won, no sense 
of what i speak. i desire 
nothing more than 
senseless sleep.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


i notice
traces of
on every highway
echoes inside when
surroundings are silent
my mind holds
fragments of
that were never made
reality wills me into
its presence my
reason is pulled
forward but my
heart won't