Brick Walls
He sat against the brick wall in front of the bookstore on wire road. Silver light bounced off of the windows and gleamed on the sidewalk beneath him.
He went inside.
She was giving prices to some books and drinking coffee. Her red hair fell like a crimson river over a rocky cliff.
He wondered to the back of the store, out of sight. He found a small book of collected poems. Hastily walking back to the front, checking for other customers, he glanced up. She was gone.
He stood at the counter.
A small hello shook him from his panic. She did not know of course, but he still feared the chance. He watched her as he purchased the book. She was pleasant but she seemed tired. It was very close to close.
He left.
He stood in the lot behind the store, hidden by her blue car. He readied himslef.
He waited.
She busted through the back door, second loudest sound he ever heard. She made her way to the trunk to store books. He leapt from the shadows and grabbed her, placing his hand over her mouth.
She screamed.
Her terror was barely audible, he forced her into the trunk and drove her car to the national park he was hiding in. He let her go and hunted her down in the dark.
She died.
Before dusk the gunshot echoed, the bullet passing through her heart.
He buried her, and read a poem from the book he purchased that night.
Spilled Ink
We hold a nuke in our chests.
It leaks toxic power,
and so we write.
We hold pain in our bones.
It brings darkness,
And so we write.
To the void, to a few we write.
Restless are our nights.
Manifesting into words we pour onto pages.
We are the ink.
We cope with the universe's infinites.
It shoots arrows through us,
And so we write.
What is gone, we hold to.
Those that die, we miss.
And so we write.
Mirrors
Mirrors, mirrors reflecting light
Bring me the moon, big and bright.
Follow it to the very edge,
I see the moon peeking o'er my hedge.
Bigger and bigger it seems to me,
Whispering words to keep the sea.
Let me see those craters deep,
Scars of fights where it was beat.
Bring me, bring me to the moon.
Pull me from this darkened room.
Miles and miles I will zoom,
Miles and miles I will zoom.
Ode to a Fearless Koi
Love that waits, that is never seen,
Is like the koi that hide beneath the green.
Bright they are and strong they grow,
But through water's edge they never show.
Only a sliver of white skin will gleam
Through the green undying leaves.
They long to break the surface though,
Like mountain laurels through the snow.
And on that day, Alas! Alas!
Green had died and cloud had passed.
The light gleamed through the shimmered mirror,
And the koi shined through, ever clearer.
Tell me
Tell me why I'm still here. We are nothing. All of us are food for the worms and those worms are food for the worms until there are no worms. The planet will come to dust and not a whisper of what we claimed to be will be left. So tell me. Tell me why I got out of bed today. Tell me why I haven't built the courage to drink bleach yet. Why am I giving an ounce of effort to this day when all I will ever be is nothing. All anyone will ever be is nothing. Why.
