Sebastian
couldn’t live
without saving
the walls
His paint
covering over
dire messages
scrawled
All passersby
witnessed
each canvas
restored
Reframing
dark alleys
with hope
evermore
Sebastian
a warrior
of brush
and stroke fame
Graffiti
a pockmark
his quest
to disclaim
Alone
in his wander
where shadows
hold court
Each wall of new
slander
his palette
— retorts
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Reaching For Your Hand
The loss of
each simple
thing
hurting the most
When drama
subsides
and time slows
to its worst
Your shadow
still living
inside of my
pain
To darken each
heartache
again
— and again
(The New Room: May, 2025)