When you Jump

Make sure to breathe
before
You jump into the stars
else
You suffocate from those trying
to
Grab onto your success

Fishing

Fishing for dreams
Seems mere triviality
For here reality
Bobs up and down continually
While the line shivers in
the atmosphere,
endlessly.

We are

Morosely, we are Mostly
Silent Silhouettes
Slipping
From leak to leak
Gasping
for an air of approval
from
Any
One
Thing

Glowing eyes
Beneath the sink
Makes one think
Why the trash
is wearing a  disguise