Bird Trap

I caught you in my trap,

little bird,

and now I let you go.

I long to see you spread your wings,

my love,

in magnificent full flow.

Haunted Skull

Echoes of hollow hate, I

haunt my soul. My

ennui is a blank slate upon which

I shade in the grey happenings of my

mind.

My mind, whose mundane oscillations

interest no one

least of all me-

the leaves are falling.

Falling, down into the pits

of my mind. Where

I conjure up a ghost of living;

hollow and morose.

Words in the Breeze

Decisions made

in the tree covered shade

where lovers ease

to words

that just the breeze

had heard.

An hour's slept;

the sun has leapt

through the cracks

to peer

where the ray still lacks

but near...

Buried in Creases

The stony hands of death

will surely grip me before

the creases in my forehead

grip my receding hairline,

but when you pass

and I have already been buried

rest assured my tombstone will weep for you

and wrinkles from smiling

and wrinkles from laughing

and wrinkles from thinking

and wrinkles from worrying

and in every crease there is you.

#TickingBoxes

Count the syllables

like the days during winter;

nod your head then die.