Gathering Disperse

Crashing down to leveled horizon
But still within orbit
So close that you can be touched
Yet distant because of irrelevance
Not you to me
But myself to you

Shift Change

I
Don't want to be the one you contact
Because the one you desire
Is not available

Which One?

I took a long walk
On a long pier
And wished
That that one
Was shorter

Auld Lang Syne of Sorts

Will you join me?
Sit and sip with me
To determine what will be
Our fate?
Because this time last year
We were each other's holiday song
But now
Not even
A drunken hum

Flush

The rain falls perfectly
To mix with my tears
I'll be damned

Mark 3:27

The Mess Age

Don't push me
I'm beyond the edge
Teetering on whether to end it all
Or end it now
The partition is thin
Able to be rent by the slightest touch
And then
I breathe
My inhale was too much
I fall out of safety
Into the openness of flight
But gravity has a way
Of letting you know
That falling in love
Is different from falling for love