It’s coming
it’s coming
the sunrise
night sky
sleepily opens
like your
eyes arms
and as
day starts
night stops
and this
becomes stuff
dreams make
Category: Creativity
Kite (to Muenster🪁)
I moved from where
I was to where
I am for only
one thing to be
near my best friend
We’d met many decades
before when just boys
but even then we
knew the strength of
the string that connects
the kite to ground
it may be long
and may fly high
may get tangled and
may even get lost
but always comes home
eventually to fly again
Emergence
And finally after
my walk through
the wilderness and
finally after my
journey through the
needle’s eye and
finally after I
accepted my humility
after many years
I finally emerged
feeling a hot
shower and clean
clothes and sighed
thinking how good
normal finally feels
Later
What to write
what to write
when there’s nothing
left to say
when nothing inspires
me sitting here
finally admitting my
lack of passion
I stumble back
into the bedroom
lift the covers
pulling you close
now the match
has been struck
igniting my flame
rats
if only my
typewriter could fit
in the bed
later my friends
Unscratched
I know what
not certain who
I know where
not certain when
it’s the why
that I don’t
it’s the why
that startles me
and starts me
chasing desire down
the rabbit hole
like a ferret
desire to catch
and then consume
and to discard
emerging now victorious
no less sated
I shall dismiss
this devilish why
it’s an itch
best left unscratched
