Wrecked

with apprehension

dripping words

you haltingly perspired

emotions tucked carelessly

in bag under arm

suffocating empty love testaments

and furtive collected moments 

made tangible in print 

and forgetfulness 

you walked out of the door

pursuing rapture

I stumbled through apocalypse

to find solitude at the center 

waiting 

in crumpled steel and steam engines

I find myself still holding on

white knuckled to your voice

Gravity

Gravity is my enemy.

No, I'm serious.

I'm always falling

one way or another.

It has become difficult

as other aspects of my

handicap

become apparent

to decide which is more painful:

a cement face plant from 6 feet,

or the slightly lesser distance it takes

my heart to reach the floor.

Big Mistake

You're losing me

faster than time

slipping through your fingers

each second harder to hold

the grains
falling faster

insomnia

I woke up last night
while you were still asleep.
I love these silent moments
when my gaze is free to wander
uninhibited in the night
in the shadow of your indifference.