A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…