I keep thinking 
I’ve hit bottom 
but it moves 
deeper deeply deepening 
and now I’m
wholly certain that 
there is no 
bottom just more 
and more of
this really bad 
and like a 
boy who can’t 
swim there’s nothing 
to push off
from and I 
must simply swim 
or just sink

Trust is something 
I have little 
of it once 
been a log
at its start 
but now it’s 
been whittled down 
to the tiniest 
of slivers stuck 
into my thumb 
festering it too 
the last of
that once mighty
tree will be 
removed and I
left with nothing 
but a wound 
left to heal 

I am shedding friends 
both new and old 
like a hiker who 
overdressed having at first 
protected himself but now 
as his journey continues 
realizes less is better 
having more of anything 
never lightens any journey 
to the mountain top
I go as naked 
as I can be 

I wish
I had
just one 
but that
one has 
eluded me 
so rather 
it’s me
just me 
always me
and this 
is what 
I get 
I suppose 
for being 
me differently 
than others 

I love a mouse 
he arrived when my
life was dark holding 
a match which ignited 
one small dark corner 
come here giant he
squeaked close to the 
light so I went 
and we sat there 
this mouse and I 
we talked about adventures 
and journeys about sadness 
and oh about life 
there really isn’t much 
different about that mouse
and me for darkness 
is darkness for all 
and light is light