12/18/18: Posting a Doodle to Instagram

scribbling gibbering

characters once imagined

Japanese

12/15/18: What It’s Like

feeling compelled each

time I see a bird dead to

take its picture

and why

does it all feel like tethers

broken?

somewhere

this posture is assumption

realized

my vision crouches

among the masters—evening

clouds, again pastel

a child on

a new bicycle just as

wobbly as I feel

ever

lamenting the train of time

rushing through