Conflict In The Loft

Bitter Lemon lost
Aspiration [CROFT]
Raising Cain soft
Barb-wire holocaust
Am I Robert Frost [?]
Recitation tossed
A “Red Herring” crossed


Indecision – A Fantasy

While listening to the tap tap tap of the dog’s toenails, I hear the whisper, “March” — Left, Right, Left, Right, Out Of Sight, This Way, That Way, Which Way, NO WAY… I sat down on the wood floor and listened to the dog walk across its polished surface, toenails tap, tap, taping. Now that’s a beat I could follow, want to follow

or do I