brain waves
lap against my shore
the ocean stole my muse
forever more

angel and the omega
spirits crossing
like a phoenix underneath
volcanoes rising

one moon full
hanging low
distant thoughts
walkers row

a man
in the sand

the touch

the irony of dreams
her guilts that
i’ve performed
names not to be
as if somehow
knowing the identity
would kill me
as if anything could be
worse than the truth
the midas touch that
turns everything
to broken rust