Decision-making

Biting the dust all day,
Weaving his breath
Each way,
The Spider wonders
If it wishes to
Crawl
On feeble limbs
Enmeshed..

To unweave,
Fold up those threads

Come, let us have death.

Pose-Repose

The simplicity of all sorrows
Belittles expression.

I hang you in my closet
Like a dress too grand
For life's many afternoons
For those boring, repeated
Confessions.

Listen to the flesh
Thirsty for more
And more
Flesh,
Till absurd music
Kills you with love
Robs you of death.

Listen to these multiple swan songs,
That break at the break of dawn.

Life laughs aloud
At the dreams
Tucked in my head,
And Philosophy sweats profusely,
Hidden
Under your bed.