the weight of the world
is hard
to carry around.
tied to my neck
is the
mill stone
of my cares.
in the whole wide
world
there is nowhere
to go.
waiting to catch
a lift.
to put my burden down.
~Worlds Away

the weight of the world
is hard
to carry around.
tied to my neck
is the
mill stone
of my cares.
in the whole wide
world
there is nowhere
to go.
waiting to catch
a lift.
to put my burden down.
~Worlds Away
the plague ignored
the
gag order.
and opened its mouth.
to swallow a ghost
town
hiding
in quarantine.
as the worm turns.
the mouth gets bigger.
and the world
has no
appetite.
for a
starving house
guest.
~Viral
WHEN the sun has set
at last
on mankind
what will remain
for alien
archaeologists
to learn
when they sift
through the sands
of time
and robot bones
in subterranean cities
are the only
trace
left behind?
~Robot Bones
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writing leaves me
with blood
on my hands.
when I prune
the branches
that want to veer off
in all directions.
and pull the weeds
that are choking
the growth
of my ideas.
...
~from "Harvest Time"