C’est une transe exquise

why reach for
stars when their
drunken light
stumbles to
us anyway?
maybe a little
late, but eventually…

it doesn’t dim
their shine to
know stars may
not exist any
more, because
(for a time at
least) light was
all we had, to
feast on, and bathe
in, and leave behind
for grey and black
and all those words
we couldn’t take



Bridge to anywhere/nowhere


at this point
you probably
know this one
is about you

because really
what else would
i have on my

surely not changing
topics or fresh
headlines that
soon rot, like

strobe light eyes
brilliant in their
subtlety pull
me closer to
the spaces i cant
wait to occupy

and you’re so
clever you could
trick me into
revealing the things
i’d rather keep kept
away, for now

intrepid minds
can build a bridge
to anywhere


uh.  yeah 🙂