Monthly Archives: September 2025

The Bruised Reed

It’s been so long since I’ve seen him
Even from a safe distance.
I’ve petrified into stone
Reinforcing my resistance
To coffee galaxies
Swirling in the deeps;
To allowing the yearn
A knee bent to relief.
I am thoroughly untouched
Because it’s safer for us all,
But I lean against the wind
Sensing an endless fall
If rock yields to water,
And cold, and gravity.
In the final days
They abandoned me savagely.

I still miss the grins,
The lightness, the fun.
For a moment, I was someone’s;
I was someone.

I am wiser now,
But I’ve always known why
No one is capable of loving me
Past the goodbye.


Moving Forward, Finally

Things for which I can thank the company:

I believed men were varied in sort,
Good and bad and ambivalent
But in ways essential
They are all quite equivalent.

I believed humans needed humans
Connection a cornerstone
No man ought to be an island:
But I’m better alone.

I believed people, in their soul,
Had a worthy aim in sight,
But they couldn’t care less
About doing what’s right.

Naive, my lofty ideals
Left me perpetually exposed
To everyone’s passing consumptions
With no hope of repose

But they have disabused me of many notions.