can you believe it?

...poor poetry still flourishes in my mind. I know, you're being sarcastic when I hear you saying, "Thank you for sharing." :-)

Night Driving

Darkness and light and other competing opposites
Like the flash and shadows trapped in my rear view mirror,
Tearing me apart,
Leaving me broken,
Clutching a useless steering wheel.


The Conversation

They meant it to be kind
But smug was the unfortunate result:
Cheesy shared smile,
Matching expressions of complacent interest,
Staring at me, but internally tuned in to each other
On a different frequency.
Great gain, small losses
In the gradual amputations of lesser friendships.