I’m not used to the muscle anymore.
The brain corresponding with fingers
that muscle in between.
Writing is rusty.
Haven’t written something
for myself in 5 months.
Too much going on.
Lost my job again. Continue reading “Oh What a Year to be 33”
There’s a never-ending servitude.
To what I have no clue.
There’s a decision that I’ve made that I can’t remember.
I don’t understand. I can’t comprehend my own existence.
I see through and see nothing.
Behind the veil is another veil
and behind the mirror is nothing. Continue reading “The only Infinite I have witnessed”
Hi, I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile but finally felt compelled today to read some of my poems and post them here. These are my two most recent pieces. If you are interested in reading more of my poetry you can purchase my book here.