I drown in increments.

Pebbles added to my pockets,

like time, pull me to earth.

I’m bored with minutia,

the cynical laugh

in disdain’s cheap fear.

My eyes ache; shadows,

like dark angels, run

with knives between rooms,

searching for something

to clean the blood off

the brain-slicked walls.

(March 6, 2018)