Pushing through the air,
Like Saran Wrap, it clings
To my tongue.
Gripping the hands on the clock
With the edges of my mind.
Rolling my body out
Onto the edge of an abyss.
Looking down, my reflection
Is captured, and swallowed whole.
Swinging back and forth,
Sitting on a pendulum.
Counting the echoing ticks
Of the grandfather clock.
When will I be free
From slavery to time?
Glance France from a distance.
Hop a plane and jet on over.
Lost the luggage, but will slumber.
What we need is in our keep.
Won’t worry about a thing.
Make the best of the rest.
Relax and enjoy the zest.
Sights to see and then some.
Don’t have this where we come from!
Sitting, thinking
Reflecting on my day.
Saw a face I knew
In an unexpected place.
Feeling better
Than I have in a while.
Combatting drowsiness
In the morning.
Doctor lowered my dose.
Hopefully I will sleep okay.
We’ll see.
Glide on my back, above the city.
Turn a corner, feet first.
Steam rises from the underground.
It begins to drizzle.
Pass through a mist,
At the entrance to the train station.
Closet caterpillars squirm on a leaf.
Butterflies emerge from cocoons.
Crickets chirp in the dark.
The sun begins to rise,
And birds sing a welcome song.
Another day begins.
Stay inside.
Go for a ride.
Kingdom come.
Yes, I tried.
Licking the thorns
Of a red, red rose.
Never surmising
Of what I suppose.
All of my clothes
Stained and soiled,
If they were eggs,
They would be boiled.
Car crash fever,
Totaled now.
Such a teaser,
Go to the show.
Saw one for only
Seven thou-.
Miles on it,
Hundred fifty thou-.
Wonder what
You’d think is best.
What I need
Is just a rest.
First I’ve got
To buy a car.
Then I’ll think
About tomorrow.
A piano-worth of weight
Pulls me down into a chasm.
I speed through the depths,
Falling in freezing wind.
I scream,
And my voice is swallowed up
By the mountain around me.
Tears run down my face,
When I hit the ground.
My legs have collapsed beneath me.
I cannot stand the force of the impact.
No one knows I am here.
I’m alone and broken.
What will I do?
Coasting comfortably on the caress of clouds.
Reaching for meaning in every breath.
Thinking of the crowd of witnesses,
Their tender hands outstretched with love.
Is there truth that surpasses understanding?
Is there hope amidst these evil days?
I count the steps to reach your door,
Yearning for rest, bidding to journey no more.
Only a promise from the precious few
Can treat the soreness of a broken soul.
Come, join the chorus, summoning grace
From the bright heavens above.
Laying on the grass,
I summon your spirit back to me.
Can you feel the blast
Of the chilly winter wind?
Come with me to the end
Just wind up your mind
And let it all go.
Do you feel the change of pace
Echoing through this silly place?
Empty screams echo off the walls
Of my simple soul, at night. It crawls.
The weeds from my garden
Creep up my legs. They twist around
My knocking knees. I count the cries
I hear in my head. I can’t imagine
What’s filled me with dread.
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
Give unto me some wine and bread.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 