Trying To Find The Proper Tense

Trying to find the proper tense& then his anger risesCan’t deal with these peopleMirrored statements of all he despisesSimple logic wasted around hereAn abyss filled with what they don’t knowShocking & devastatingly stupidThen you realize they’re all a show

Standing In Line For A Morning Cup

Standing in line for a morning cupAfter a pot or two, I’ll be contentBut you’re holding up progressYour specialty is causing me to resentMy anger is slow to riseBut the barista is soaking in your beautyThe rest of us are dying of fatigue & thirstAll the while methinks you’re a bit too snooty

Searching Cavernous Souls

Searching cavernous souls Racking what I might believe Splitting hairs of fragrant Ideas wandering down my sleeve But I’m not more righteous Than the boys down on the beat I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat There’s quiet secret I might contain Love & passion bubbling justContinue reading “Searching Cavernous Souls”