Wet Candy

Just light interrupted,
drawing uncrossable borders,
leaving only the essence of me,
punch-drunk and absent definition.

I seek a shape uncorrupted,
shielded from decay by order,
but find no truth I could be,
just light interrupted.

Pursuing new ambitions,
I detail the things I am not,
navigating myself through empty space
drawing uncrossable borders.

Decisions brittle with structure,
see the world pruned,
until most of it has fallen away,
leaving only the essence of me.

Now tasting this form,
unexpected variables emerge;
I am this fleeting sweetness, still
punch-drunk and absent definition.

Two Works in Tandem

Love is like a forest set to flame,
At first all consuming,
Then calm growth.

Such courage required to proclaim,
To expose our hearts like kindling,
Love is like a forest set to flame.

The passion starts blooming;
Red flowers in a field,
At first all consuming,

Swallows both.
Fertile ground,
Then calm growth.

When you are first against the wall,
There is little time to think,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.

You labor your chest to rise and fall,
Your stomach, your bowls both sink,
When you are first against the wall.

The mind is pushed to the brink,
Belabored, oppressed, and persecuted,
There is little time to think,

To realize it is yourself you’ve prosecuted,
The genuine self, innocent, now polluted,
Blinded, afraid, then executed.