Sunday, November 16, 2014


Pain, the Pavlovian teacher,
Breeds aversion into us from the start.

Aversion, the avian escape:
Flies us for now, but shits on us later.

Like a flock of hungry birds,
We startle quickly; want makes us return.

Desire: our roost, our fire;
Our life-sized cage that binds and burns.

Thursday, November 6, 2014


A strong, gusting breeze,
Sure to pluck the colored leaves
From the drowsy, winter-bound trees
Before they freeze.