prosing for breath

like breath
on a broken mirror
memories begin to fade
as soon as born
leaving behind just
shattered reflections
of what they
once had been


Down Da Docks (what I hope will be a longer poem)

across the docks
in fancy socks
to watch the ships roll by
no sound save
the lapping waves
and seagulls in the sky

my thoughts then went
to days well spent
before the winter came
and on old friends
not seen since then
I struggle for their names

playing dares
most unawares
of how long spring can last
but time it burns
and there’s no return
to the playgrounds of the past