slipping sanity
into the well of madness.
grasping for candles.
plan it
into the jungle.
swinging from vines like tarzan.
a planet of apes.
centered self
they said to go west
but i headed to the east.
towards the center.
natal day
your birthday is late.
said without malice or hate.
but still celebrate.
square roots
in the house
are many boxes.
i’m boxed in.
leaves of autumn
farewells are troubling.
as autumn leaves miss the tree.
though carried by hope.