circadian

in urban cocoon
we feel her heartbeat
the circadian rhythm
of Gaia beneath our feet
overlaid in asphalt
and unsung by the birds
in an endless summer
still, we use the words
of an earlier time
and call this spring
as though seasons
were still a thing
we cling to a clock
to the artificial tick-tock
of a life support beep
and those who notice
mourn her and weep

accolade

among a certain type,
humble and profound,
imposter syndrome
more the rule than the exception;
but believe me when I tell you
that you are, without exception,
exceptional
and every accolade
bestowed upon you earned.
though your modesty would
have you think it unconfirmed -
please know, your value
by the discerning is discerned.

resuscitate

she gave up the ghost
quite unwilling
but once relinquished
Hope dead
beyond redemption
so put back the paddles
turn off the pump
you cannot resuscitate
that which you killed
with slow neglect

logy

the long pause

logy and lurching 

towards cognition  

fumbling past definition 

in the morning after mood

partitioned by regret 

and contrition 

putsch

i was never
revolutionary
i worked for change
but always incrementally
i did not see
that those opposed
had no such qualms
that they would happily
take up arms
against the defenseless
so now i
who never dreamt
i'd dream of a putsch
before we screwed the pooch
do muse upon a coup d'etat
as though it were a la-di-dah
sad for what we've lost
sadder still for the cost

nonpareil

sleep serene
in the exhaustion
on the other side
of exquisite anxiety
slumber in
the nonpareil
of nonchalance
wherein the vault
of all your fucks
is empty
your bank
devoid of cash
has crashed

writhe

hate 

          within

      burn

long to 

make you              

squirm         

       worm       

                   writhe  

             and 

  wriggle

like a        

 squiggle  

           as I 

              prepare 

          the

 hook