2024.14

I ran until safe
Bare feet sore on the pavement
Heart beating my chest
The beast that wanders this maze
Why does it pursue me so?

2024.13

He almost caught me
The minotaur that roams here
Jealously searching
In these halls between the walls
Where the mirrors are covered

Sore feet on pavement
Walled in by the road ahead
How long has it been
Since I've seen another soul
Walking the same path as me

Sink your feet in it
Let it sift between your toes
What sand was made for
A coarse, fine contradiction
You are not soon forgotten

Does it hail at sea
Over your icy domain
Bereft of love's warmth
I don't wish it upon you
But I wonder all the same

Bob in the water
A gentle tug on the line
She's taken the bait
But this pond is forbidden
Today, we're fishers of men

Rustle of bedsheets
The soft, wet warmth of breathing
Summer together

She seems polite or
Wanting something from inside
Yet he doesn't see

(written collaboratively with Alex Duquette on the Profoundish Podcast)

If we had one more time
To do it a different way
Would we still be here
Only remembering yesterday?

Shouldn't give advice
Certainly never take it
Yet, we swap stories