Toil.

I toil for hours,
and find myself
taking small immeasurable steps.
I bang against a ceiling
reinforced with iron.
The bolts
don't come loose
easily.
And beyond this
is a brick wall to climb.

Eggs.

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Isn't he just a darling? I love this picture so much: it commemorates a wonderful evening with three of the coolest people I know. It's times like these when I remember how much friends can keep you grounded.

Bus in October.

A dull roar.
Leaves on the curb
swirl twist and kiss--
they dance
on a chilled October day.
The bus presses on,
a dull roar spurring life
into dead yellow.

Jangling Dissonance.

My heart
is built
from the bottom up
with jangling dissonance.
I feel only
flowing harmony
when we are one.

StormBreak.

The sky is at it's clearest
after the storm.
You step outside
breath in crisp,
moist air,
and gaze upon
painted blue.
In a moment
you transcend small everyday life,
and see with utmost clarity
the blemishes of this world.

The Line.

Do you see the ocean
or the blue blue sky?
All I see
is a fine line
between the two,
a narrow path,
an acrobat's tight rope.
This is a fine line to walk.

What Are We?

Are we two halves of a whole,
or two wholes?
Are you my better half
or
Are you the one
that evens me out?