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 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.