Looking for a
spark
to light this
life.

Give me a
perfect
match

to set it off.


.

These are the
words
that make
the poem.

And this is
the poem.



.

We'll meet our
conscience
in the afterlife,
and if it's kind
it will be kind to
the people
we've left,
not to us.

The farthest
distance
is between
your
hand
and
the hand
you're
reaching for
as it
reaches
for
something
else.


.

Beneath desire
there is a
stillness.
But stillness is
stillness
just as desire
is desire.
The quality is
the same.
In the stillness
you are alone
as a god.
I'd rather be
alone with a
woman.
Alone together
is a whole world.
We transcend
through what we
share.
The greatest curse
is to be
unknown.

Life cares little
for people without
stories.
No great love,
no grand calling,
no adventure, no
heroics.

Just people

knowing what they
aren't

Life never ceases
to disappoint me.
I can't even cry
anymore.

Adjusted baseline--
hell as the new normal.

I've believed in
comical things
like fate
and love
and truth.
Gibberish
to people I
would have given
my heart to.

I should have
hewed
to what I was taught--
misunderstanding,
abandonment,
rejection.

We dream
and are told
this is noble.
But dreaming
is just
one more thing
you do alone.


.