Interesting this reflection 
lacking of reference 
and refinement refusing 
could it be 
had it been 
as I stare
into the abyss 
that my life 
has slowly become 
an erotic erosion 
started by tiny
trickles of desire 
and ending here
in this pool
of blank despair 
so where’d they
go all these
that when this 
were never that

Snippets here 
bits there
crackles and 
pops on 
some line
that leads
to nowhere 
gauzy half
veiled memories 
dusty things
what I’ve 
come to 
imagine Heaven 
is like 
when trying 
to remember 
life here 
now gone 
and of
little use 
such are
the shadows 
of love 

It’s always easier 
to look back 
and connect dots
than it ever 
is to look 
forward and see
the path in 
other words had
you never been 
there then you’d
never be here 

And blue 
from black 
slowly creeps
like one 
eye opening 
seeing smile 
and soon
the other 
to soothe 
dry lips 
with kiss 
much like 
the sky
will do 
to night 

It’s funny this 
peace I’ve found 
for it’s nothing 
no wonder why 
I’d never found 
for I’ve always 
been on the 
lookout for something 
and this well
this isn’t that