I wolf
caught in 
a trap 
which sprung
and now 
to choose 
keep myself 
whole and 
at mercy 
of those 
who might 
find me 
or gnaw 
off that
part now 
belonging to 
he who 
set this
for him 

I we
remain like 
what’s seen 
at the 
cups bottom 
after pot
is empty 
tastes shadow 
enjoyments shade
and now 
the bitter 
aftertaste of 
a life
once lived 
finally laid 
to rest

This music 
it haunts
wafts eerily 
reminds me 
and plucks
no longer 
pleases pleasing 
but playing 
and not 
happy memories 
that sing
but those 
that hum
having once
known lyrics 
but now 
just dog
eared and 
yellow curled
corner pictures 
of old
love gone 

The morning moon
hangs barely above 
mountains like the 
pendulum of clock
forgotten to wind 
and in stillness 
it simply waits 
for the day
bus to arrive 

Oh that’s good 
oh that’s better 
a cuppa you 
sometimes hot sometimes 
cold sometimes iced 
the same flavor 
sweet rich dark 
with hovering and 
then swimming cream 
that blends slowly 
like a soloist 
who joins the 
rest of the 
chorus once her
part is over