Tuesday, June 27, 2017

- untitled

fresh short plank
shaped, but raw,
unrefined
still being sanded by
life; that trial of abraision
no varnish coat
to protect others from itself
a trail of splinters with every contact
most brush off
some push deep
to itch and fester
and for that I am truely sorry

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Life on the FLood Plane

wandering
filling my pockets with stones
waiting for the rain

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Half Empty


I sometimes wish
that maybe I could be
a better glass of person