Recent Cognitions

Cemetery

How fitting it was to see
The fallen trees, decaying
In the woods near the cemetery,
And a quarter mile down the trail
To the place where I knew
That everything
Must
Return
to You.

Trap

I crawl
Sniff
And sneak
Tightly against this wall

Searching for something:

Food.
Life.

But it's already set:

Wait for it...

This room feels safe.
Comfort in the lack of change.

(Wait for it)

I inch forward

(Wait for it)

One foot on
And the other
Soon to follow

Wait for it...
Wait for it...
(Wait for it)

Snap

Tarnish

I have no idea
What I do
To you
When I rest
In the complacency
Of action and
Desire.

You become the
cigarette
stain
On my fingers
As I
Suck
The nicotine
Right.
Out.
I get what I need
and then
I flick your
Dreggy
Being.
And trampled
Underfoot
You find your end.

I never knew.
I just drew, drug and strew.

Tendon

A tendon
Stretched

Until it's torn
And split open
Under the pressure of
Becoming more
Than someone
Aspiring.
Writhing.

Oh, The weakness
Of strong desire!