The Ocean

Twenty thousand leagues rage
Barely under your stare
I have drowned your fucking sailors
And have plundered their wares

Gone are your mariner rhymes
And famous literary nets
I harbor pools of sorrow
And vast seas of regret

Dot

Lately I’ve discovered
My true power
Signaling the end
Of eras, books, chapters,
Sentences, letters
And periods

Like the one
At the end
Of this line.

Undefined

Watching the sun set every dusk
in my office between six inches
of drywall, stucco and glass
Rays wander through like roots
effortlessly pressing my soul
against the clear window
Life is breath to breath
and in this very moment
I only want to warm myself
with the last gasp of today