better, then

a cherished few return 

Friend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.

like a boomerang

I cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?

picking cherries out of life

Husks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.


The first came from answer,
a place you'd least expect. 
The last place on earth
rest between your lips. 
A final question answered.
Where every person lay.
A journey finally ventured,
dead silence caught, 
and utterly afraid.

So rudely interrupted.
from the middle  
to the end of a line. 
The story not faded, 
but truly refined - 
a switchback no one knows. 
The last mark of ink.
An ‘x’ between your feet. 
Dig deeper still
until you sink beneath.