Pearls

This two 
word line
is intoxicating
to me
its brevity
like thought
stops and
then starts
like pearls
kept together
by an
invisible string

ToGo

I write 
to go
these things
things new
things now
then not
and when
you find
yourself here
in these
you too
will go
must go
having gone

Tolling

I have 
this sense
of dread
like someone
once here
is gone
a bellwether
or perhaps
a bell
in some
far off
belfry tolling
I’m waiting
awaiting now
this news
of my
next heartbreak

DoDoingDid

Why do 
when doing
did but
then didn’t
I ask
you then
why do
if doing
did but
doesn’t anymore
this haunts
me doing
this did
when did
doesn’t do