what nowin the charred crater of this lifeall these broken neural connectionsreaching out to younow in that other cavitywhere the dead go to livewhat nowevery evening lostin the infinite windings of what ifall of it lost in an instantbroken headlightsall of it, everything stolenfrom you 2025sm

Every moment of my life Races ahead of me Like a child playfully bolting from a loving parental hand “wait, wait!” I call out, afraid Time waits for no creature, no thing And every verb I elicit is taken  As if it never were at all Always being, reaching outward Please stay, please don’t go…

My hands make valleys On your skin, your hips and your thighs As I run my fingers along the curves  Of your immaculate form You writhe,  We wake up, our eyes open for the first time And from that moment on is an endless stream of incoming sensory stimuli, that the brain has to process,…

When the light comes swarming after The shattered evening glow A rush upon your tingling lips Envelopes morning’s rude awakening Where are you in this  Your eyes, your fingertips Elusive as the unfurling stretch of time Day, night, Where are you  Are you with me? My grip leaves valleyed trails Upon your marble skin Like…

Right there, hanging by a thread Listening to the same thoughts endlessly Like a mental junkie with zero remorse Float through this life like o2 molecules Cresting, stretching for that eternity Keep reaching 2023sm

Turning over and over like a spiral The mind grasps at the passing as photographs  Pictograms illuminate the deep within Each breath a tick, a tock A fractional unit marking then from now But if it could just cease for its own measure This frequent domain Swimming endlessly At the edge of a great wave…

“He likes me.” A month ago he named a bottle of v8 Jerry He never asks about Jerry But boy Jerry sure asks about him  “I’ll take him outside. Mr. Ladybug.” I hear the storm door clack closed with a pneumatic hiss Time stretches to the end and back Then the door repeats The sound…

The pain and the pressure. I awake each morning slowly, photons swirling in the canyons of my eyes, unfurling like a flower stretching toward the sun. I arise with a gentle purpose, a slight agency. My son rests a little longer, I sit in the morning light and watch the dew dissipate from the grass…

I see your pale skin canvassed By the glow of the television What riddles we live within These stories, those You snore softly and occasionally mutter Uncertain of your place in space and time I softly whisper you back to sleep Though I long for your flesh Your spirit The frequency of your moan  Simultaneously…

Disappear As I try to capture them The thoughts The essence of thought,  the granular resolution Of all these pixels of being I feel as I feel But how, how to translate This deeply embedded Solitary, subjective, experiential Ripple That moves through me To another I listen to and observe your love And although I…