I wrote this for him before we were both taken away in police cars:

You're sharp as razor-wire, fragile as a dragonfly's wing beat
I try to keep up with the spinning of the wheel, knowing the fickleness time has on one such as yourself; I live by the wheel in like manner.
I don't know the outcome, all I can do is fight for myself as well as you - ( Read more... )

I'm the third transparent copy of my ersatz life.
Each copy deliquisced little by little, fading into itself, a non-violent implosion; torn along the fold lines where weary life has expanded and contracted.
I am weakening; my intelligence waning day by day.
When numbness comes, it is welcome; anything except uttermost affectivity.
I am no longer ( Read more... )

Mirror pieces in chrysalis
Catch glimpses of psyche
But are transient
Imperminence is my perminence
The greatest of these shards is self-loathing
I don't deserve what I have
And I don't have what I deserve.