Twitopia

In the quiet of the night 

as the moon shines bright

I lay here, with love

thinking of what lies ahead

promises, dreams 

I glance over, look to you

your face glowing in the light

as you gaze intently,

browsing through my Twitter feed.

Corrosion and Crumbling

Something pinches, I can’t tell you what

It scratches my insides in the gentlest of ways

is it corrosion of decay or crumbling of incomplete structures?

It sounds like a machete in a distance, a buzz of a bee in the room

It is replete with repetition, and has an innocence of the unknown

It thuds sometimes, bringing me to a standstill, for just a second not more

Then it leaves me just as shyly it had come in,

Leaving me with the echo of its existence, the vestiges of its itch.