I Wasn’t Comfortable




Then all of a sudden I wasn’t comfortable in front of myself
There was a seismic reverse
Reality transgressed to incomplete existence
The nakedness felt manipulated & coerced


Hearing The Horns Blow


Hearing the horns blow
Words formulating up front
The notes mean more
When the tone is blunt
I scratch out a song
Finding life between letters
I’d quit while I’m ahead
If I knew any better