I have assembled 
a few things 
sculpture mostly placed 
atop heralding forms
bodies mostly posing
almost all suggest 
thought theirs mine
too maybe quiet
thought expressing thoughts 
in natural ways 
a few nudes
and one angel 
they remind me 
that all thoughts 
are usually drawn 
from something else 
that thoughts aren’t 
by their very 
nature often original
but something else 

Greed and selfishness 
has all but 
wrung out the 
very few last 
droplets of humanity 
from the sour
dishrag that our 
society has become 
no longer finding 
the fresh water 
we drink from 
poisoned taps believing 
what we’re told 
rather than trusting 
our own instincts 
and questioning those 
elected to lead 
repeatedly repeating come
drink from here
it’s cold clear 
and so fresh 
that you’ll forget 
all about your 
small miserable lives 

I can feel 
sleep behind eyes 
prompting me like 
an assistant to 
go but sleep 
I don’t for
my mind doesn’t 
quiet it yaks
and yaks droning 
on about droll
insignificant things when 
all I want 
is a music
box already wound
and singing a
sweet lullaby from 
years past when 
such things called 
sleep to come 
but I suppose 
that was before 
life set in 
and my mind
pushed out all 
of the pleasantries 

I wait patiently 
just about every 
morning in bed 
waiting for you 
to step free 
from the ferry
of your dreams 
and onto land 
bringing you back 
to earth I
can almost always 
see you wave
back at the 
ferryman saying goodbye 
I am okay 
now finding me
your tour guide 
greeting you cup
in hand itinerary 
in place and 
one delicate kiss 
wishing you home 

I have swallowed 
the bile we
became ten years 
ago I have 
choked on it 
threw it up 
and cleaned it 
up rinsed it 
out and washed 
it away watching 
it go down 
the drain and 
toilet just like 
the years did 
I guess sometimes 
love turns sour 
and all that 
you have had 
must come out 
one way or 
another before you 
can be well 
to love again