Dark Days Poems

Oh, my neck
and my shoulders
and my legs,
the corners of my mouth,
...

tin can thoughts in a vessel of love
catapult me high above
milky strands of disconnect
misty-eyed mirrors that reflect
...

As you wander
ever farther
from your wilting sanity,
leave the old dreads
...

Isn't one place where the Drag won't hit you.
It's not just the theaters with the dirty pictures.
Solemn faces sniff synthetic flowers.
Nicotine need in the morning hours.
...

We must keep our minds alive.
As long as we keep speaking,
and questioning,
we need no pretensions.
...