Pierces The Shroud

in each note of the unseen bird's morning song,
celebrating springtime regeneration in aves psalms,
daybreak commences in hope that cannot be
appreciated until the hush of dusk silences joy
to leave us without trills and chirps of life

Sudden Options

Fear robs forward progression
Change strips away shallow confidence
Disruption of routine reveals a larger worldview
A leap into the unknown redefines a life cast in stone

The Spins

He irons a shirt, clumsy and clouded with memory photo snatches of her..."and then you'll know".
He walks outside on St. Paddy's Day night and hears the sirens, safe from fear..."and then you'll know."
He responds to an outstretched offering of condolence from her..."and then you'll know..........".

Between the old song by High Contrast and the recollections of past holidays and the swirl of his newfound sense of worth, he spins and spins and spins and spins and spins within, over and over and over again, the tailend swallowed by hopeful begin, oh how he spins.

Grass Worn Into A Circle

The coma of sleep breaks anew
Water is the first element to touch me
LIght begins to filter my eyes from dream drapes
Into expectant open receptors
For this calendar day's input

Slice at my hairy face,
Splash, brush, gel, determine my mirrored self
Dress, tie shoes like I was taught beyond memory
"Turn off the light when leaving a room"

Feed the howling cat, fresh water too
Now my food: Soup, maybe some fruit, and cheese
Slam two sequential glasses of orange juice
As if it will erase all the disasters of last night...

Or the night before last,
And the one before that one,
Moreover the history of my life,
Regarding the stove's clock, yes, I still exist

Open the door, my skin explains conditions outside
Grab the paper, take the trashcan to the curb
While smoking a cigarette and swallowing guilt,
I am too old for this habit, too weak to quit

Under these quiet stars mostly missed by
The busybody mechanics of morning routines
I lose who I am in the swirling of the planet's orbit
A leaf circles an eddy, raindrop clinging to a web

Padlocked into every alternating night and day
Due to harmful attempted flights of escape
Staked taunt by pain, collared, my caged beauty
LIke anyone, everyone...I become no one, forgotten.