Cloud Formations

Cloud Formations

A lion in the linoleum,

Castles in the coffee table,

I let my eyes wander

And let my mind run free.

Fabricating imagery

In my mind’s sharp eye.

Something from nothing,

To pass the ticking time.  

Don't Do It

Don’t Do It

It’s done; it’s over… he threw the game.

His play, the only one he could think of,

Was made in shivering desperation

And reeked of pungent finality.

In five days’ time, they followed their noses

And found him naked, cold, and bloated.

He ended his plot in this cosmic tale

But so hasty, was he, to close the book,

That I fear he skipped the epilogue.

For those loved, abandoned few who remained

Were human wreckage in his wake.

Left to pick up the pieces; to wonder why…

They picked apart the final years;

They told themselves it was all their fault.

They should have done it differently…

The signs were there; they should have known…

Should have reached out… Should have saved him…

He, who was all but unsavable;

So unready to stand and save himself.

Lacking courage; absent of hope…

Their efforts would have gone to waste.

He made his choice; a choice others face…

Take a breath; think it through;

Consider the world outside of yourself.

Don’t needlessly shorten your own tale

For there are no rewrites.

Her Face

Her Face

A drunk, defeated, tortured fool,

Lost in a smoky neon place,

Drank to make himself forget

The glow of her resplendent face.

He had her and so he had it all

Her warming love, his lady of grace,

But warmth was doused by bitter cold

That coolly pained her haunted face.

He brought that pain upon his love

He cheated and lied, to his disgrace

Betrayal reflected in her brown eyes

Rivers streamed down her twisted face.

He had her, he lost her; he lost himself

To whiskey’s fluid, numbing embrace

The bottle emptied, glass after glass

But at the bottom, he found her face.

Blind with drink, he stumbled onward,

Swerving from his parking space,

He turned; two lights came thundering toward him

And at the end, there shined her face.

Nightfall

Nightfall

The daylight is falling fast away;

The tangerine sun got swallowed

By the infinite landscape

And we need to return

To our safe retreat…

Before we are

Completely

In the

Dark.

Song of the Forest

Song of the Forest

A tree clings to the hillside,

Completely surrounded…

Thoroughly alone.

Overwhelmed by the forest,

Swallowed and cast aside...

A product of the harsh world

And the relentless winds

Twisted and bent

Bruised and battered,

Yet it stands tall…

And lowly wretched vines

Mindlessly cling and grapple

To yank it to their level

And bury it in the dirt.

It fights to reach the stars,

To drink up the sun’s power…

Can’t be stopped; can’t bow down

To wind, abandonment,

Or jealous vines…

So, it stands tall.

There's Nothing On

There’s Nothing On

Rehashed, reused, recycled…

Originality, long abandoned

A thousand flickering pages

Of uninspired leftovers

Out of options; nothing to see

Same means… same end…

Why did I ever believe

It could be any different?

I must have gone insane…