sitting, musing
yawning, fiddling
sudden yearning
instant craving
mouth a-frothing
fingers snapping
reaching, palming
thumbing, dialing
lines a-buzzing
not connecting
silence piercing
disappointing
mind unnerving
trouble brewing
anger trebling
then reflecting
soul a-searching
temper cooling
slowly smiling
and me thinking...why so much trouble for a pizza?

A funeral.

withering grass under my feet,
the sounds of footsteps and the gloom within me;
horizontally
and with reverence,
you close the void that filled your core
and numb your soul.
lest you cling into this murky, bedraggled ground
and forever lose this life
which is now gone.