Poems and Prose #148 - Twine

Concurring with
his cognizance,
he nods his head
till somnolence.

Distant starlight
seeming ominous,
his sight lines up
with consciousness.

Disjointed Images #8

Poems and Prose #147 - Clasped

I stand, marooned,
awaiting the rescue
that's not coming soon.

Now I find my thoughts consumed
by whispery sounds and
pictures of doom.

Here, marooned,
powered by fumes,
I kneel and pray like a goddamn buffoon.