Tag: art

The End

Sometimes I wonder where the river flows.

I yearn for ice and water and fire falling

From the sky. Don’t you know that the end

Of the journey comes before you realize. If

You hold your breath, you can count the

Days that fly by in a nightmare flash. Yes.

Stooped

Banana inner tub laughing hallowed mess

Trying toward crisp tangent tangled steep

Indian apple face lured kneel television and

Angel rewind venison quiet stool moving ill

Reefer still meal mapping stacked stooped

Among Them

Jumping across glaciers on a steep

Mountainside, I feel the cherry twizzlers

Wrap around my neck. They tighten so that

I can feel the gas grill in my stomach push

Up through the misty river gate among

Several fierce animalistic angry pharoahs.

Nothing Never

Inside my mind I hear a rattle.

I start to climb up to the middle.

Where it takes me makes me shiver.

Don’t you know I’m feeling dizzy.

The path of least resistance 

Is the surest way to trouble.

How I want to escape

From this tired bubble.

Something promises

A change is coming.

Somehow I feel

There is a turning.

Hope abounds around the corner.

Do you see the closing never?

In Sync

I am laying here counting sheep, but they

Keep turning into shiny corvettes.

My wandering mind is uncontrollable,

Or so it seems, sometimes. Would you

Care to have a drink with me? How

Splendid! I am thankful for your company.