3.05.11 – 22.45

anxiety anger and grief rot away into a despair
that wells up into pools that poise themselves
in and beneath the lids of my swollen eyes and i think
that maybe sleep will help or maybe
the mindless slide of these beads between my thumb and fingertips
but all tomorrow yields is another day of endless hours
and another day of soulless mourning

3.03.11 – 8.14

color falls away from the horizon
as the sun recedes into the other sky
trapped in this house of windows and walls
all i see outside the glass
is another prison of shifting clouds and endless terrain

tears fall meaninglessly
from the liquid membrane
that coat my reddened eyes
too soon for gilded relief
we find sifted peace in his quieted passing