The Walking Dead (Poem)

spark-drained eyes staring up at the present,
a fading figure in a stream of countless shades
she's yielded to the world's notion
of a life set in clockwork motion,
by conformity held sway,
joining ranks with the walking dead.
(reality will never let her pull away)

Among The Whales (Poem)

she's dreaming among the whales,
drifting, slipping, sinking
down, down, down
into the endless fluid of eternity.