Routine

Tiptoes traverse the muddy trail,

heeding not the heavy heels

which hinder their tender tread.

Rhythmic rapid repetition

through foliage fair and frail,

each steely sinew anneals

to a thorough structured thread.

Rhythmic rapid repetition

must eventually derail

from the salubrious appeals

of the constant path ahead...

Helicoid

Sunday's splintered sunlight

punctures panicked moments

that the mind construes as truth.

A subconscious retelling

of Monday's mundane memory

that manifested in my youth.

The authentic narrative

from a nebulous night

in a morphinic stream

is surrendered seconds

of a worn-out waking life

wound up in last year's dream.