Envy

I look out the glass window that suddenly ruptures into tiny shards

which then scatter like diamonds on top of the stairwell.

My heart drops dismally inside its porcelain cage

beating like insect wings.

I can feel your taunting, your boldness.

Your bice filth plummets into my stomach, yet again.

I look away.

Away from the lives of others, the lives I do not have.

The lives I grieve over with you on my shoulder.

You lurk just between the small hairs on my arms,

feeding my brain sorrow and of pity.

Oh pity me.

How you twist and distort my present moment,

robbing all perspective or reason,

drowning my lungs as would the sea to a small fishing boat.

And tearing my hair to spindly threads.

What poison you are to my being,

lurking around every corner,

waiting like a dog for a crumb.

First Sonnet

Clandestine Seaside

The sea pulls down the sky into these hands,

where it melts in strands upon my skin.

and spits its broken salt towards the land

before the foam from the brine spreads too thin.

While morning comes in a dozen fragments,

the sun sits alpine in its land of prisms.

Gulls squawk and divide in perfect alignment

while sweeping down to devour earth's sustenance.

Lighthouse in the clouds, so primitive and worn,

perched on top the hillside, in a languid sleep.

Driftwood oscillates from amongst the waves,

its details adorned on the shore, bunched in a heap.

The waves roll and weave, evenly from the tide.

This small island on the coast, a clandestine seaside.