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I am a statue – alone in my room
Waiting for someone – to open the door – to tell me I won
Or lost – I can stay normal – perfecting my trade

Outside the window, a line of people
Destiny disagreed with them
Perhaps I will join them soon.

Banging on my door.
My heart leaps, I rush to open it
Awaiting the king’s messenger
It is only the servant, bringing more food

I can’t eat.
My head hurts.
I want to shatter the window and run.
Forget everything. I won’t be a hero.
But I’m paralyzed by my faith and hope
The heaviest weights, the acid within
My mind is dissolved, my thoughts are erased.
I choke on thin air, I gasp for a breath
But it lies among the stars in the sky
I can only struggle alone against myself
Waiting for someone to knock on my door.

Enters as a spy
Gets to know community
Loses his hunger

Poem: Seven Years Ago

Seven Years Ago


Seven years ago he stepped out of the grass

Into the muddy swamp, littered with glass

Garbage, vermin, toxic fumes, acid, death

He started digging, glass cutting fragile skin

The wounds festered but he ignored his health

For to stop digging, to cease torture, would be sin

Seven years ago, he slew a butterfly

Seven years ago, his conscience died

Seven years later, the tears’ not dried

Seven years later, his hands’ still tied

People stare from the grass, unwilling to come near

His crime forgotten by everyone but himself

He chooses not to stop, not to come back to the land of wealth

He’s bound not by chains but by fear

Fear of harm, of killing again

Unfit to be human, he keeps digging


A butterfly lands on his shoulder and he flinches

Stumbles away frantically

Buries his head in his grimy hands

Whispers a prayer for his old self.

Seven years ago, when he was human.

Seven years ago, when he could feel.

Snow Sonnet

Cold is the snow falling down the window
Gently, softly, quiet on the meadow
Its an endless expanse, totally flat
Except over there, pawprints of a cat
She silently wanders through frozen land
While the flakes keep falling, drops of candy
I follow the cat into the unknown
And then – like the wind – She’s suddenly gone
Falling snow covers the trail of small paws
I turn back to find the warmth of the house
But see just white – swallowed in nature’s jaws
To her expanse, I am just a mere mouse
I navigate by smell of warm cocoa
To home – I warm my hands from winter’s snow


The light only gets stronger.
We tried to keep it from getting to the soda
We used a clay cap to the vat.
But it was only a matter of time
Before the light transilluminated to the dark liquid
The soda bubbled and burped and pressurized
As the clay foundation flew off
Soda spilled onto the ground below.
It evaporated almost immediately,
The last of our beverages gone.

I’ve no more sweat to shed
The painless heat engulfs me.


I can see the wind
No, not like seeing the leaves blow in the wind
I see the wind itself
It is like an octopus, with so many wispy tentacles
I can grab onto them
Each one takes me to a new place and time
I’ve been to the pyramids, I’ve seen the dinosaurs
One of the wisps led to inside a volcano
Death is a side effect of freedom
But death is only temporary
There is wind in heaven leading back to earth
There is wind underwater
I have been everywhere

I once saw a tornado
The wind spun like someone stirring soup
A sharp sound, sharper than the wind, rang out
A small child, drowning in the windy soup
He was trying to resist the wind instead of embracing it
I swam to him and carried him out
Dropped him down to safety
Some people are too weak to be free


Life Toothpaste

Life toothpaste.

Pristine when bought.

After 5th use, deflates slightly.

After 50th use, wrinkled.

After 500th use, empty.

Buy more.

Empties again.

Bought ten when it was on sale.

High on life.

Ran out.

Cavities happen.

Soul fills with irreparable holes.

Decays to nothing.

Get wooden teeth.

Fake a soul.

Fake a smile.

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