Nightshift at the construction site Old road reconfigured straightened improved No street lights in this bumpkin district Civilization under construction Pitch black frontage A spooky sound ancient Lizard brain working A sound in the dark Muffled rhythmic clopping on fresh asphalt From the north Flashlight…

Outside my ancestral home, I revisit those memories of childhood, Clink of my anklets in the yard, Pumping out water from the well, Our endless giggles as we play, Chasing the colourful kites across the fence, What I see now is an illusion Everything wrapped…

here we go!

Always, Always, Always, Always Always Always… THE.SAME.DAMN.THING. Maybe I’m the hamster in the wheel, the weed regrowing in the bushes. That cat glaring at the parking lot, that soup can with the same 2 for 1 deal. Same shit every damn day. Wake up Contemplate…

We want to spread our wings.. And touch the sky.. Walk around the world.. And leave footprints on the ground.. We wish to breathe.. The fragrance of freedom. We want to rise above and touch the Sun, meet the moon, and dance with the stars….

You kept me in your sights Stayed at my side Followed in my steps If out of view, you hunted me down Or returned to base to wait You feared losing me or it seemed so I had your gaze    

My Demise   I’ve often thought and wondered about my demise. Will it be gentle and take me in the night? Will I find what I’ve been looking for as I search through the light?   So many thoughts and issues. I see them sitting there….

If ever there was a time, it is now If ever a wandering, it was then If I’d known the heft, I might not have set out If I’d known that weight and weightlessness would contend For a prime spot each dawn, wedged in my…

I am on edge waiting for something to happen filled with dread. I question what festers inside my head. What could that be? I am on edge help me recall what you have said. So many things I hurt inside if I could remember all…

Tea Party   Sipping slowly, smoothly sliding slowly seeping, warmth colliding ’round the dark and sleepy morning stretching, reaching, open yawning smokey mist, rising air no thought of international affair or scandalous harbor party brewing from lip of mug to lips of me slowly, sleepily,…