Light dances on tight rope spiderwebs
i dance alone
my home is a box
I run down sidewalks
trying to remember
which one I belong to

I must stop soon

In a sea of drywall boxes

Day by day
the gears roll the same way
don't influence change
or you'll hurt someone
or yourself
on a shelf
where you belong
with your dust covered prose
and paintbrushes

Grey room midnight hour
streetlights striped white
through shutters
wall to wall
funny wild green leaf plant
a quiet life
a quiet rant
the humming lonely ticking
beeping box
never to rest

My Shadows
You are shackles
I try to grasp you
Yet you slip through my dry fingers
I don't deserve to leave a mark on life
I don't deserve you
My jagged blade cannot cut you from me