Astigmatism

I replaced my glasses,

Scratched and irksome,

With contact lenses.

The trouble is

They shift and blur the pages,

Making it hard to read.

With this I am reminded

That when focused on the shallow faces,

The words they speak are lost.

Sidewinder

I am not certain,

But I think perhaps,

There is something wrong.

On the inside,

Where I'm alone with echos.

Looking back,

At my Universal footprint;

My tracks are misshapen,

Staggering,

And winding.

Tracing back, and forth,

Past Saturn, and Ireland, and

Twenty years from now...

I see myself, the Sidewinder,

Lost...

And alone.