Happy Halloween

Noctum

and the night is coming
and I’m getting ever so old
and in the ever expanding dark
glinting eyes simmer in wait for me
to misstep, to fret, to crumble
and who I am will turn to sand
Without another I’ll never awake
Without another I’ll ever sleep
Without another I’ll find myself
and I’d rather not be alone

Peculiar Dreams

A latticework of missing memories
led my incomplete life to ruin
yet gifted a self that wandered down
a rabbit hole of dreams and memory
and my failed human experience
gifted me a mind and life
which exists upon the periphery