BELIEFS BEGET
My religion
is not really
a religion
I collect
thoughts
impressions
attitudes
emotions
Tether them in
to my own divinity
Truth is sole
and requires
no set location
to find it
Requires no deaths
to validate it
Causes no injustice
to hear its song
ASKED FOR
I told him that
his endearments
truly moved me
but that Ex-lax
does much the same
and that in actuality
what I could give him
in return
was no different
DUSK
The darkness
outside the window
saddened the room
Inside
my feelings
are rather sluggish
in the center
My life reflects
in rear view mirrors
and computer screens
His memory
is only anger
and this quiet
screams
that absence
The air
is white with rain
I walk outside
and warm my fear
