INFINITE

i am the first stretch in the morning
the first drag of your cigarette
i am the love you can’t deny
the sharply drawn breath
i am the sweat upon your brow
the gravity that holds you down
i am the anchor in the port
the decanter’s sediment
i am the earth ambling around
the sun, for fun, i’m infinite

BAD HABIT

perplexed reflection

we lost ourselves
in a swirl of smoke;
in a hall of mirrors,
leaving the museum,
tapestries
covered the floor,
on the trudge through
obfuscated eyes
to the bierhaus,
we lost us:
now and then i revisit on occasion –
then and now.