Collected bits of poetry and fragments from my pocket notebook and BlackBerry from March until the present.
#1
What lies do we live to tell ourselves
in cold clouds of foggy nighttime
huddled in illusions far from crisp
or sharp like the first chill of winter
Instead spectres shadowy and beyond
our grasp when we try to take them
for the truth that is not there
#2
Night after night of dreams
and plans will be replaced
overlapping and converging
until dreams no longer, but truth
in living that floats in the starry sky
until it is called forth
by the right man in the right place
and then laughter will never fade
#3
A face
holding so much promise
and yet false
in the fringe of consciousness
#4
on waking it is distance
I perceive as clear and true
as your saltwater eyes
#5
A cult of narcissists
swarms of individuality
pulsating
#6
Each of us, dreams of another
Auras of ephemera surrounding
our beings, clouding and shaping
the truth of who we are
only existent in minds eyes of others
