Living breathing

life like a ticking

time bomb defused

by bitter existence

extinguishing

desire, hope, time,

into discrete

passages of

lived through

moments

aggregated like

death notices

brought back

from the front.

 

What Started It All?

 

The being inside me

fathoms not

life’s mysteries

yet knows it

thinks something

vast surrounding

and engulfing

is both so large

so infinitely complex

yet

so intricate and

small it all fits

neatly inside me

wondering.

 

Say It Ain’t So

 

Is the hypocrisy

louder nowadays

the lying purer deceit

shades of gray

always skewing black

mendacity peaking

Janus-faced upon

an Everest of

moral decline?

Don’t tell me abortion

ain’t murder.