running out of thoughts,
the fear of emptiness grips;
need reinforcements.

latent ideas
long for illumination,
not obscurity.

basking in the glow;
ignoring the change-grubbing
monsters of Ludlow.

your beauty exceeds
the scars on your self-esteem;
accept compliments.

Tags: beauty, self-image

soft patterned linens
waiting to envelope me,
when I fall asleep.

haiku skipped a day,
shows how busy I’ve become,
not how uninspired.

caffeine in my veins
and you on my mind,
but no predictions
to match what i find -
- what i now realize
is a current none
could stop if they tried,
there’s a price to pay,
but also a prize,
just as sure as i
won’t find sleep tonight.