A happy little fall poem

The leaves
Rusting, as they are on the trees,
Have lost all boldness.
 
Even my despair is tiresome.
Even
My
Despair.
 
There is this cold.
It penetrates.
The wind, and the wind and the despair and the wind.
 
I will not speak of those gray clouds.
What else could they be?
But those gray clouds.
 
Even my despair is tiresome.
 
What does it profit a man…
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Superman’s lament

You do not know lonliness
There is not even the flapping of my cape in my ears;
up here, where there is no air to carry the sounds.
Only this terrible emptiness
Could turn meteors into companions,
and they are my only companions.
When I fly beyond the Earth,
I can make it to the moon without weeping.
Barely. Sometimes.
But then, after the [...]

Ripples

I am an epicenter
The point of collision between gigantic tectonic plates. spirit and body
altruism and selfishness
being and doing
I am a pebble
sinking in the water
down
down
down
but watch as the ripples spread out toward the far end of the pond,
and also to this near end, the dock with the peeling paint.
We can not touch
we are so much
too much
empty [...]