existentialism – Scribbles 'n Bits

Theunderbar

Should I die tonight,
does this legacy 
of rambling
so easily capture as 
the dry moans of
midnight thunder,
the shaken masses;
flashing my love letters
down deep thrombosis
of their breaths.
Licking clean their contented
smiles,
byte by byte.

Soft Landings

The saddest realization of all:
that happiness does not breed
romance. 
Destined for solitude until 
the need arises. 
A meaningful day
within a meaningless life.
I accept your cordial invitation
to a humble doom - 
to always fall back in love. 
A wolfish grin tailored by sheep.