[break it up]
the heart gazing upward
toward the sky down below
what seems
is never all
shifting glass thru
the panes of existence
when any which way
seems the only
randomness reshuffles the routine
unbeknownst to anyone
paying attention to nothing that matters.
*
[merge and refrain]
parting from missed marks
the sweetness of sorrow remains
anything about the way
you wanted me to be
was too far removed
from who i really was
but something tethered me to you
snagging my heart by the strings
until everything
just fell out
of tune
*
[bottom dollar]
since when and always
broken down to dust
at ease with nothing
pulling down the clouds
for a pleasant distraction from
the barrage of penniless thoughts
pushing thru
to other sides
of nowhere
beneath the radar
of fortune and recognition
52 years deep
and still figuring
most things out
but soulwise
the poverty of poetry
seems to suit me just fine
i get by with
what gets me by
and from what i can gather
i seem to be well on my way
to a vast and unreachable elsewhere.
*
[simple chaos]
look too deep
and it all fades away
problems
develop
complications
we skate upon
the thinnest veneer
of solidity
thinking hope will save us
when the only way
to ensure any semblance of victory
is a continual and unwavering
surrender.
*
[slaked]
petrichor
permeates
the night
the pavement steams
from too many years, too
many summers, too many
burning hours of no escape
deaf
to complaint
and trivialities
cracks consume
their sustenance
ever opened
to the light.
***
“Civilization is like a thin layer
of ice upon an ocean of chaos
and darkness.”
- Werner Herzog