Chasm

Chasm Sometimes living poetry Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm I see nothing I feel nothing Yet I know something is out there In there, within the darkest depths And suddenly and without any explanation There I just step Falling, falling, falling Into a place I know not To a destiny I know…

No RMAL

No rmal (regular mundane average life) There’s nothing worse for a poet Than to have no poem But even darker still Is a life with no desire An existence with no burning fire Long has it been quenched and calmed Into a vicious and nasty state Known as normal It’s time to arise It’s time…