Why do we
continually wish for
the precise thing
we don’t need
a stick in
the eye a
meal we can’t
finish one drink
too many why
do we expose
ourselves to the
very thing that
will cripple us
for me it
was your smile
I didn’t need
another smile in
fact the last
thing that I
needed was a
smile specifically yours
Category: Poetry
Masquerade
Liars and lies
are the minstrels
and the songs
that are sung
it used to
be limited to
entertainment but now
entertainment is reality
we have become
a culture of
fabrication little stick
people hiding behind
the masks of
profiles parading around
as though life
is just one
big masquerade ball
Shadow
How did I
disappear said my
shadow to me
once I was
here and now
I am not
what makes me
so it asked
and not you
You are special
I quietly replied
needing something else
to appear whereas
I and not
you am the
ghost walking amongst
others needing nothing
to be invisible
Cat
Today I’m a
cat on a
cloudy cold day
unable to find
any sun on
my favorite windowsill
no fire blazing
in the hearth
finding little to
no comfort in
my usual places
I curl up
into myself pretending
to be asleep
when in reality
I am waiting
watching for the
briefest slice of
sun to return
Icicle
And yet again
one more morning
just one cup
half a pot
more is wasted
I sit here
wishing you were
but instead I
write about it
much like I
suppose icicles do
as they begin
to sadly melt
into the cistern
dreaming about once
having been snow
