A poem – an expedition into the subconscious

unrecognized openings
in the craggy rock of consciousness
jar and repulse
this is not me she said
as she entered in

as the cavern opened
slipping she found
footholds leading down
she stepped
unfailingly inept
while eyes did unfold

it is bigger than we know
and down we can go
into darkness and into cold
to find the story yet untold 
and the flowers will unfold

the flowers will


A poem – awakening

the morning rolls in
like fog across the horizon
i pop my eyes in
and brush my teeth

shades lift slick
the sun cuts and licks
across counter and kitchen
piles of dishes derelict

have you ever wanted to die
in the morning?