Malfunction

Rough edges hewn,
subtle moments undefined,
obscured by clouds –
broken plumes
                  stuttered interruptions
        of a tattered parachute
                                        panicking;
anchored to a lost cause,
      that screams its confessions to the wind.

                Like rain,
          wanting never to fall.

The Fall

Gone

   

         gone



thin clouds

                the song of sunlight
            muted without the praise of a place to settle,

      kneading itself into the billowing cotton-

   like panic trapped in a parachute

hurtling towards the ground






                           wondering

                     where it all went wrong.