Poems and Prose #116 - Epicycle

Tomorrow walks backwards
and transforms into today,
the moon revolving west to east
as my restless fingers sway.

So now I kneel and smile,
cursing as I pray,
certain that these shrinking moments
don't have long to stay.

Poems and Prose #115 - Eyed

Here, I lie,
gazing straight into your eyes,
as I spew the truth, disguised,
noticing your invisible sighs
as each "your" becomes a "my"
and every "he"/"she"/"them"
an "I"-"I"-"I"-"I"-"I."