Self Portrait

The Internal sum is done. Blazing strangeness My sensory perception stands aghast.    

Broken Path

Upper-middle class – children grandchildren.  Retired, respected, intelligent   Shock of long graying black hair   Still lovely approaching sixty. Lately restless, confused.    Longs to recapture youth, independence Gradually withdrawing  Slips into strangeness  Her door ajar, allowing  optimal entrance Decreasing awareness,  prisoner of loneliness and boredom Mind plays tricks of romantic outcome. Robbed, hiding, watching…

Hollow Hotel

Sticks and stones will break your bones Things that go Bump in the night will hurt you. Sense and secrets will wreck your mind As the troubadour’s blade slices open. Come, ye senseless and boneless, Stare down your hollow and secretive cell. Who are you now, yesterday, tomorrow? Bring sticks and stones to the Hollow…

Running

Running, pumping, feet pat, patting  Dawning sun, striding, breathing Brimming creativity, drip, drip-salty Rising, humid, stillness-thump, thump-beating Amazing clarity, mind/soul, ramping Blazing heat, ringing, thumping, dripping Glaring, waving, throbbing, ringing, clicking Blinding brightness, straining, dripping Shuddering, thumping, ringing, blackness

Madness Among Fiends

once upon a Midnight…
somnulent soul-less shadows arose..
master prince tethered, binding them in madness…

Dangerous and Afraid

lurking behind years…
watching death living…
behind purple haze without a voice, screaming…