A Tool For Every Duel

A Tool For Every Duel

caught looking for corners
in a circular room
splitting atoms with a razorblade
if only the shaking would stop
days saturated with impossibilities
witness an unveiling of spirit
the key to picking a lock
patience and a sledgehammer
a constant duel with entropy
ride on a butterfly's wings
to tumble a mountain of doubt
everything is anything is nothing is something
and so am I

The Waking Hours

The Waking Hours

apocalypse always gets a bad rap
smoking remnants make striking dreamscapes
a letter bomb detonates in my head

REM
weariness stakes a claim
RSVP
happily ever afters leave empty chairs
DOA
the chase culminates with a payoff

stricken awake, limbs contorted
bloodshot badges of battle
the waking hours are for suckers