Shadow of Depression

The ominous silhouette of a crow overhead reminds me of my constant companion, the darkness.  The place where despair sits on the throne wearing a crown of barbed wire that presses deep into my skin drawing the last few drops of blood from my life. The warm sticky ooze collects in a puddle on the floor - a living tribute to misery, dreams morphed into failures and hopes just wasted pennies.

Lucidity curse

Sense blows away a dried up pod
litters the ground with deep
sighs and question marks
lucidity consume'd faith
meaning-suit undone at seams
minds' torn land, broken vase
hot snake lines on coiff'd page -
hope bows to logic's march.

Glory stench

Purpose seeker finds cause
hidden in the cards, the clouds
carved in rocks in caves
gnostic tongues of foreign lands
divine illumination.
Precious gifts: ancient ruins
recited prayers and sacred books
glory stench, sublime
holy grail, holy land, holy
cellphone on a zafu cushion.