Catch of the Day

Like a fish caught in a net,

I too get caught in the web of my mind.
The fish turns to stew

and I become a vegetable.


Nothing

We are not any one thing

or any one of a thousand things.
We are all part of the nothing
that makes up everything.


The Rush

A rush to nowhere,
in-to a head-on collision.
A leap without parachute,
a mouthful of dirt and metal.


Surrender

The late hours are brutal,

almost bloody.

A light from the moon shines and reads us our rights.
Time to surrender.


The Blinds

The blinds open,
a dam breaks.
Sea of Darkness.

 
Balance

A slow walk on a rope,

no safety net underneath.
Magnetic fields on both sides,

a tug of war between madness and sanity.


Sonnets From Mars

I gently walk.

Step by step I look up at the trees.
My thoughts subside.

The leaves dance like ballerinas,
the birds share sonnets from Mars.
Where do I go from here?

Do I follow the birds as they flee home?
Do I stay here with the leaves

and their fallen relatives?

I think I’ll stay,

because I want to learn how to dance.
Mars is far,

but I am getting there.

Step by step.


Demise

So sensitive, oh so sensitive, 
could be cut by feathers. 

So worked up,

could be a plot by caffeine. 

So restless,

could be the night’s agenda. 

So angry, oh so angry, 
could be the work of an angel.

​So unforgiving, so unwilling, 
could be the poison of time, 
the wounds of my demise.