Earl of Days


The day rises like so many others,
Stiff with lamentations, freshly hopeful.
Spreading fresh balm across earl grey skies,
It hides away pestilent rot and failed ointments.
Passed over by the blind, light survives to die nightly.


Looking Back


We both thought it was serious

That we were as one

Yet we treated it

Like a high school fling


Expecting it would be easy

Thinking we would get

Everything we needed

With little to no effort


When the needed work

Presented itself

You bolted angrily

Thinking it was never meant to be


Those next lives we share

How about getting grungy

With elbow grease

For the love we want