#4

A fragile, neon moment

observed from above

or below.

A tragic vivid torment,

only to discover

the flow.

I don't know.

The water crashes,

waving goodbye

but the millions of

molecules

never wonder why.

Time is here

and then its gone

an empty glass,

what we've become.

#3

Endlessly questioning

every single solitary moment

at any time they can

invade my brain

displacing any, everything

and I just fall out of reality

into — something less.

Try to imitate, to be

who I think I should be

always forgetting that

not all compasses point North

and mine doesn't even have

a needle anymore, it's

crooked as fuck and

every day is a jungle

darkened, with night

with no way to even

know how screwed I really am

anyhow.

#2

Reflections are the

fourth dimension

the transfer of energy

into reverberations

of us, stones tossed

into the universe

rippling across the planes

tearing at the wavelengths

that black hole is out there

somewhere, but hell

we can't worry about everything

can we?

Does anyone else

(who am I kidding)

feel like they deserve

less than they have

but more than they had?