All Of Us

To Crave Is…

To flail beneath the surface for air
inches from where blue meets white and
never reach the soft cool wind

To lie in a damp black room with
one window outside of which
a tiny stained bulb cracks and
snaps at you; your only thoughts
of how you haven’t eaten
all day

To breathe softly on a friend’s
back porch and stare
into the trees, listening to
the swarming insects,
finding mates and loving
their nectar, and grinding your teeth
because your nectar is
gone again.


Blue (poem)

The clouds have painted
My tired walls blue

Quite a somber blue has been
Painted on these lonely walls

I lie and admire the shade
Sent from living life divine

As a reminder
The torment
In abandonment