Lurid music
dripping about
starts softly
then crescendos
into something

Little black rocks dotted the side
as I held my gaze down there.
What was I doing here...
almost crippled by fear
No, I’m doing this.

Has a road to it. For
the living and the dying,
for the distinct sensation
of convenience and order.
We live by convenience.

What is a name?
Glorified ticket to fame?
Or something else entirely?
Are you a fallen tree in the fores
or are you a pair of ragged claws

The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy

“You gotta let your poems sing, ma
the old poet said.
His red ball cap perched atop his
like a lonely old moment of youth,
covering a mind alive with creativ

Others in landscapes, perennial dr
caressed by conscious and turbulen
Oh that it may how I wish it were
sailing amidst my turbulent sea.
An unconscious mast imposing above

There’s four of them, circling aro
not doing or thinking of tomorrow.
Just simple thoughts and words sha
to each other. Today yet another d
Dressed mostly in black, with rand

Leap forward the meadow
An articulate sound
The seams of reality
Never glistening, seldom found
A life measured by pulse,

She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds,