steps

people are cruel.
books are cruel too,
their pages cringe,
words wince and struggle
to live and
mostly fail.

herself

she's herself.
when i see her, even
when i don't.
change is, sometimes,
overrated.

will you be gone
before i come?

tragedy is
       comedy
in poor taste.

coffee cups

millions of coffee cups
keep me company
while i'm the sideshow
keeping the crowds busy.

calculus

i don't know.
who knows?

less peculiar than sanity

is insanity.
now i say that because
no one will stop me
even if i say anything else.

what i talk about when i talk about you

nothing.
stupid grin on your and my face
say enough.
more deafning silence
while we swim inside
each other's head
like crazy fishes.