Poetry @ languidnights

as fingers chilled

by the winter's bitter breeze

I sit down to write

So much undone

by hands not idle

full of their own make

tasks pile

each added

knowing those beneath

I cannot care

for the mess

until I must

and get suffocated

by my own design

so much undone

Wind howls

as rain beats down

from a darkened sky

thunder cracks

from lightning flash

and power dies

I am brought peace

Very small

it begins

in this

as all things

bloodsuckers beware

diaphanous wings flutter

dragonflies on hunt

I met a shopper in the grocer's

Xe was a perfect specimen

of masculinity

I told xem so

how I envied xem

and asked xem how to be more

of a man

Xe told me

'a man is one who believes

in their own masculinity'

and if I was confident …

have you stared into the void

a night sky, a million stars twinkling

where the grand designs of the universe play out

leaving us stranded on a little blue ball of dirt

what does the universe care for us

nothing at all

we are beneath the notice of such a …

they've told us every generation

since at least Greco-Roman days

the our nation is doomed

by the youth of today

with their taste in

wine, women, and song

yet, they've never told us

that their grandparents said

the same about them

themselves

let no man tell you

the stars have writ a plan

for your material wealth

or love life

the stars do not care for us

for we are but motes of dust

to an uncaring void

wondering what larger dramas

in the sky unfolds

i looked to the stars for …