There’s a whole lot of quit in you
Success isn’t instant after all
Without a goal, there is no endgame
Years ahead, where do you see you
How hard will you toil without notice
Without recognition, alone, anxious
Grind is a belief in the self and the trust
That walls are mental only, easily broken
11.19.19
The doctors also happen to be serial killers
Poisoning the poor while whispering
”This is good for me so it must be great for you”
11.18.19
Stars do not weep when
You take your last breath
Yet we are made of stardust
Universes illuminate our minds
Brighten another soul and
You light constellations afire
11.17.19
A snake eating its own tail
Gratification only lasts an
Instant and then they seek
Another bite, another like
Unwilling to hunt for real
Food, they choke, starving
11.16.19
I wrote you a love story
on a red post-it note
it was short but brilliant
though the glue failed
words tumbled in the air
with orange leaves in fall