believing my wings were fragile and fractured
in my formidable forties, i abandoned
approaching fifty, i know my wings are strong
they just cannot lift so many heavy
Personal Journal
Accelerant
our apocalypse
once in ultra slow motion
now on fast forward
My heart
God completed my heart
then you finished it —
mortal combat style
Sugar shock
my willpower has become
a fraction of what it was—
my sweet tooth is now
much greater than my resolve—
and the laboratory reports
that my blood glucose
no longer measures in
milligrams per deciliter—
but in sugar cubes squared
A turn for the better
October has finally broken its scorching summer fever
turning the hesitant desert autumn into a true believer!
Stop to smell the goodness
Life. — Enjoy whatever flowers come with the manure.
Tired of trying
Even the sun can’t shine on an entire world at once.
Alarm ringing true
There was time —
I know there was —
saw it spread out
all ahead of me,
a beautiful infinity —
immortal fresh-faced
clock of opportunity —
numberless, handless
no ticks & no tocks
save for the sound
of distant decades
too quiet to really hear —
but at forty-eight years
a sudden gear-grinding
cacophony, the outspread
blanket of eternity
has begun to suffocate,
wrapped around me
limiting my agility
darkening my path —
I’m having trouble
breathing, I no longer
see that clock open
or free, its movements
now deafen me, its hands
tear into my flesh and
grip tight my throat —
I am choking on
second thoughts
at this midlife hour
this day of reckoning
Another view
Every once in a while, turn life over to see what it looks like from the other side.
Illumination
As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full.
Falling up
Autumn is springtime in reverse.
Ruffled
Frustration is anger caged in impatience.
Feelers
The scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal.