Truth

Truth
is a weighty topic
unless you are talking
rather recklessly
about being true
to yourself
in which case
no more alcohol for you
my dear, dear, drunk friend

. . .

The Question

How we crave
for connection
has a tell
hiding in plain sight
in every conversation
that should
within the limitation of polite society
end
but then, you ask
the question

What about you?

. . .

Ignorance

What if heaven is not a place
for joy, pleasure, or euphoria
but oblivion
where, not acutely aware
of your own unhappiness
You can finally find
bliss

. . .

A day in the life

Anxiety
Doubt
Disarray
Delirium
Despair
and then,
quite suddenly-
Hope.

. . .

Methods of Rationality

While equally terrible
feeling everything at once
or nothing at all
should at least have the decency
of being mutually exclusive
and it is beyond reason
that my chest can feel
empty and heavy
all at once

. . .

Shakespeare was a fucking genius.

Be a Roman in Rome
be charming, be delightful
be active, be beautiful
be articulate, be sociable
be funny, be responsible
be carefree, be fashionable

but still, and this is important -
be yourself.
. . .

Dazed, but not quite confused

Not here in the present, no
but not quite in the past either,
defying me and defying time,
you are in limbo, in dreams
that are not quite nightmares

. . .