City Life

Winter sky slicing you on a bridge over flowing water,
Summer heat crushing you on a street sticky with tar ,
Spring green reborn in every crack and crevice left to find,
Fall… falling, falling...
Falling even further behind.

Secret to my Success

To lie awake night after night
Is it true insomnia?
Or is it fear; fear of what daylight brings,
Opportunity.
The opportunity to go out and become something.
Achieve.
Avoidance is my achievement.
Avoiding the fear of the opportunity to become something

You're No Robert Frost

Their arms look to be breaking
beneath the wet white liquid
as the layers grow higher and deeper.
I wonder if they’re cold or tired,
empty or lonely.
Winter strips them of their natural beauty,
of their color.
As if to compensate for the suffering
she blankets them, temporarily
giving a magnificence
for all to gaze upon in wonderment.
I wonder if they feel proud or strong,
fulfilled or fearless.
As the appearance of cotton balls
begins to melt,
their limbs stand taller and stronger.
Energized by this short-lived reminder.

Breakfast

Seven in the morning
And I’ve been up since five.
The traumatic dreams
Could not be willed away by sleep.
I want to go running; instead
I take codeine and cook rice.
My stomach aches.
The codeine will ultimately make it worse
But there’s a warm rush of relaxation
Just before the pain that I long for.
That I crave.

Zero to 60

Irrational irritations.
Aggravation.
My imagination runs wild
Wondering what my obligation
Is to irrigate this emotional
Outbreak of agitation.

God You're Pathetic

Waited.
Waited patiently all this time.
Thousands of hours,
For this one moment.
Convincing myself it would be the moment of a lifetime.
A moment worth waiting for.
Your lack of cooperation,
Your unwilling reciprocation,
Puts me in a quandary, confused.
Helpless, wondering how I could have waited
All this time.
Do you see me?
Do you feel me seeing you?
I am here,
Amidst the particles in the air,
Waiting.