Tagged: there

once in awhile, here

perhaps with time, we

perhaps with time, we
all curl or spiral inwards
or is it that we

unwind, become loose, making
serpentine patterns here, there
.
20170512:2359
y

i do not know when

i do not know when
these rose-colored
glasses fell
away from my
face – maybe it was
during some kind of
skirmish, maybe i
slipped them off
between gazing
over there
and looking right
here,
so that i could
see more clearly
.
20170428:2333
y

maybe two out of

maybe two out of
three nights, i find myself
nestled in a geometric
melancholy
, still relying
stubbornly on math
to solve every angle,
calculate the distances
that seem to grow
between here and
there. every once in
awhile, someone throws
me a formula
.
20170209:2202
y