Savor the Night

Slipping between the cool sheets
I lie, cushioned on softness.
Feeling the silky smooth fabric 
caress my naked body,
pressing in on all sides
touching me
in all the right places.
Softly, the light fades
outside my curtained window.
The velvet darkness surrounds me.
I’m soon to be
cocooned in sleep.
I close my eyes
and drift to dreams
floating, flying, falling
from the last vestiges of consciousness
into fluid, weightless wonder. 

This poem was published in the literary webzine Writing Raw

City of the Blind: Ballad of a Schizophrenic

In the city of the blind

they say the one-eyed man is king.

But better to see nothing, sense nothing

then to see reality half the time

and distortion the rest.

Better to lift the needle, like Oedipus

and pierce out every bit of misguided sight

Than to see through this dark glass

Distorted, disjointed.

Delusions, they tell me.

When reality sleeps, I wake up from my dream

Alone, not knowing what I did or said

yesterday, to lead me here

But knowing I will find out.

The horror of a mind, fading in and out

in queasy rhapsody.

I pray for the kiss

Of true, uninterrupted madness

To salve me to my dying day.