I try to walk the borders of introspection and social commentary, to strike the emotional root note of whatever idea that I'm trying to express, trusting that the reader will better connect with the truth in it on their own terms.
Solemnly I discorded
to meddle in the cogs of grace,
Driving faster out of hope to be saved
as angels resisted and devils gained.
...
I am suspended amidst the chaotic
disassembling of paraplegic machines
Terminally doomed and forever withering into stone.
...
Our tethers fell dismantled
Into the withering sun
To leave me breathing in the smoke.
...
With that ephemeral
tragic talk show stare,
to cut through your most
elaborate mask
...