“BONNIE”

my body is the ocean
my body is the sea
instincts impulses shattering
flowing…
fish swim in this water
bring back ME

 

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HIT THE ROAD — peregrinations

One foot in front of the other,
BREATHE, carefully
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future

Pebbles falling
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Mist rising

Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
Mischief Maker

Begin Again.

A Theater Of The Absurd Existence

Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade
Across mosaic patios to persuade
Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade —
Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade —
I made many mistakes in life, a charade;
Curling around each moment, the cat stayed
Inside the domestic domicile and prayed
Asking the wind for a melody well played.

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
March???