October 2019

dazed and confused
our love flies
like a lead balloon

not yet dead
the long lost track
of my generation

moving sultrily
to a very cellular song
the blonde sucks me in

writers block . . .
I see a minstrel
and want to paint it black

I miss the train
while listening to
people get ready

a paedophile
lusts after
his younger self

turning over a new leaf
the climate change denier
bites the dust

climate change debate
we dignify the old fart
with silence

facing extinction
fat cats lick
their nether regions

we enter  

our perfect expression  

without words 

at dead low water  

where meaning lies 

and distance ends  

my shadow
hellbent in pursuit
of nightfall

my shadow
an elastic band
to the sun

my shadow
fills out my application
to be myself

my shadow
decodes messages hidden
to the naked eye

a sundial pauses
for my shadow's
passing

my shadow
parodies
my carbon footprint

my shadow
fails to find a life
of its own

my shadow
masters the art
of camouflage

fiat umbra
my shadow recreates
its sense of self

my shadow reflects
on its life
before there was light

from my pen
an hallucination
of loose ends

moon blossom —
another bull shits
its aha

her lover
breaks through the brushstrokes
of her sullen art

cancer ward
we breathe each breath 
mindfully

cancer ward
the permanent markers 
running low