Landscape of fears and sorrows

Nightime

is not a good time

to go wandering around

my head.

Landscape

of fears and sorrows

is probably all I’d find;

I can’t.

Turning

instead to some light

is the advisable thing

to do.

Wait for

a new day to come

while the nighthag nibbles at

my truth.

Finished on 04-12-2006

Flying monkeys around you

Thin tumbling monkeys

jumping, trespassing my

own fence.

Why did you release them once more?

I told you then

not to let them go wild.

Their dextrous hands amaze me,

but take me somewhere

I’d rather not go.

There, you can call

though I’m not sure

if you’ll get any answers.

Ticklish kids,

winking eyes

that don’t know where to look.

And when you notice

they took

your last breath

it will be

too late.

Finished on 09-03-2002

To E.

The world turns,

The word trumps

The motion.

Slowly aware.

Slowly awaits.

The word turns,

The world trumps

The notion.

Big or care,

Bag of flair

Slowly aware.

Finished on 06-07-2010

Predator

Destroy the world.

Go ahead,

don’t sweat.

What difference does it make?

You have your shiny things,

your golden plate,

for your soul

to rest.

I hurt,

I cry,

yet I won’t try

to stay your hand.

01-17-2006

Glowing doubt

There’s just one wine that I can drink,

One flower I can see,

One moment I can keep.

No more than one in search of peace,

One song that makes me want to weep,

One bed in which I want to sleep.

So, guess along

And before some

Take sides from me,

You’ll set me free.

There’s just one voice I want to hear,

One treasure I will long to keep,

One breath that I would love to steal.

Finished on 09-19-2009