Bright Spot in the Night Time - April 2, 2026

cut off with a sneer at a

stop sign, I was cut deeply

by what folded over me like

a cloud on a perfect day

those glasses of hope I wear

my worship of kindness

my poetry of hopeful endings

might be the fantasies of a fool

as feeling, thinking, animal men

isn’t the beast in us the strongest,

able to wipe out love and its allies

this vampire of need rarely

interested in sharing blood

but drinking all it can

I really need to stop yearning

for a joyful earth, and focus on

small victories

moments to wave Hi or

hand out words like candy

if I sense a sweet tooth

the sun makes me happy and

shines brightly on my ignorance

other than today,

it’s never said a word