POEM - Looking Out

A silly thing

A window is all

And solitude

Drifts

Out across the branches

Of the springtime trees

Putting on their chlorophyll robes

Ready to receive

Every toxic exhale

My waste their treat

And visa-versa

And all the world was a cube

But the glass opening

Shows circles that spin

In cycles of give and take

Breath into air

Thoughts allowed to wander

And that bad mood

That was boxed in

Can be cast off

Given to the trees

Caught by the wind

Dispersed in sunlight

POEM - Talking at Walls

That analogy

The one just out of the gate

I just need to insert this other one

Right before that other one

So you understand

Vividly

Precisely

In microscopic detail

All the subtle intricacies

Which brilliantly illustrate why

I completely understand the situation

Oh, and I just thought of another

Even better

Quintessential experience

That will really get deep down

Into those crinkly crevices

Of that mind of yours

That keeps figuring out

The dumb choice

                And picking it

                                Without fail

And maybe one more exhausting allegory

Will bore those foolish tendencies

Out of existence

Which is why

Despite the rolling eyes

I continue to continue