it is more rational
how I feel listening
to Otis Redding
or Percy Sledge
or Bill Withers
or the ******* Stones

how they talk of Try a little tenderness
or sing about a man loving a woman
and how they aren't no sun when you're gone or
how the Stones lied
when they sang
I'll never be your Beast of burden
sorry!

there. a percussive mind.
a dream of a bird
fighting its reflection
in the water.
until one finally drowns
and one learns to fly.

wet ink is a constant river
weaved with octopus fingers
running back home to the sea
salt water drinks your poetry
a small song riding her waves.

with no place left to go
i face the cold hard fight
when you live under a rock
darkness is your only sight

with no stone left un-turned
that leaves me nowhere to hide
left out in the sun to burn
i can't turn this stone inside

with no reason left to live
i grow colder by the night
crawling from this stone to give
my life to the dying light

Big tree
got logged

Slicing the rings

Memories of
lifetimes

Strong men
broken backed
driven mad.

Innocent of crime
sent to carnage.

War war and
more war.

Nothing more attractive
than madness war and
destruction.

And all they wanted
was a kiss

Breath of leaf

Still wind

Along the river bank
something stirs.

Tree spirits wisp
and sway,

Transparent in ghostly garb