Still Floating

lost affinity

absence of astronomy

finding a way through the vacant sea


drifting along without

a sail

let alone a motor


self-exile sentencing automatic

wandering to where

whatever a home is


Words Exhausted

eternal reoccurrence

not always relevant

mediocre minds

repeating geniuses


this fading ink

no masterpieces now

doesn’t mean

they’ve never been


what comes after the wasteland

isotopes, different thing, same place

hollowness, searching for meaning

to observe while withering away


a plea to the muses

finding a way

to try to cry



artificial metal jutting

out of soft landscapes


dripping liquid

breathe orderly


recede from

this cliff


positivity in