Spring Poem #1

The void stares back
the thin space between lines and letters
a closer edged knife,
the arc of infinity

numbers belie a truth
behind words without
corresponding reality.

The void stares back at us
tells us we've fucked up,
that the future is now,
we've been waiting for
something that never existed.

the haggard reflection
that greets us in the morning,
the tired visage of afternoon
and the lonely survivor of
another day all point
towards the future.

welcome to the rest of your life...

Waiting for you...

I wait for you at the bottom
of my bourbon but you don't
come so I have another-
and another: still no sign of you.

I'll stumble home now, remembering
what it was like to find you
there waiting for me wearing
nothing but a smile.

You don't wait for me anymore
or even slow down -and besides
I'll only worship you while dreaming
or when the wind whispers.

We've made too many mistakes
to turn back now and put
the world back on its axis-
and I rather enjoy this lonliness.