Turbulent days spent

dazed and waiting for the sun

to rekindle life

Watch the clock and your 

back as they warp and weave and

leave you broke, broken 

Judge not lest ye be

judged it's said, but sometimes it

is worth the blowback

Reflect on life like

headlights glinting off a deer's

eyes on a roadway 

The endless choices 

in the end are exactly 

the same on repeat

Push and pull between 

the poles of light and darkness 

tears the heart apart 

Tightrope or noose, they 

ask with mirth, knowing  either 

will delight viewers 

The ravens have left 

the tower and now we wait

for signs of the end 

As the ship began 

to sink, he looked toward the 

horizon and smiled 

Don't blame the serpent, 

nor the fruit, but the desire

to understand all 

You try to circle
back again but life is like
a Möbius strip

 Focus on the flame 

and let the rest of the world

shrink to nothingness 

Word by word I pull

apart my thoughts to rebuild 

my tower higher

Care not a whit for

current 'culture' but it'll 

still worm its way in 

Pluck at the string and

watch the world unravel like

a grinning Nero

Waited a lifetime 

it seems instead of pushing

towards infinity 

Wake up to reports

of the dying and the dead 

roll over and hide

The sun breaks through the

storm clouds, a golden halo,

a small prayer of hope 

The nightlife gave way

to daylight runs and freedom 

not found in darkness 

 

Stare at the screen as

they parade in finery 

and we dream it's us 

eke it out or eek

it's a mouse gnawing on the 

last of our supplies 

Time shifts and trials

in an everlasting round

of joy and regret 

Fight amongst yourselves 

over syntax and symbols 

while they plot your end

The wind-swept river

lashed about by pelting rain

turns to metaphor

 Immortal combat 

of gods and philosophies 

rages throughout time 

Somehow the blues can

lift your spirit even as

the words bring you down  

The armadillo

inquisitive but timid 

stood stock-still and stared 

You whirl around like 

ascetic Sufis searching 

for arcane secrets 

Talk talk talk but say

nothing and fill the world with 

useless noise and strife 

Darkness seeps and creeps

in through the tiniest cracks 

wrought from daily wear