I want to reach nowhere,
fill sand dust on my feet.
Fingers grasping thin air,
gritting restless teeth.

chase out  my thought,
listen to monastic chimes.
Make misty ring road,
and fluty little rhymes

Ghostly grey shadows
over cornery rooms
clinging away from dawn,
in hinges and window slit.
And rain air with it.

embrasive drizzles occupies;
dark smoky skies.

cloud silhouette
devours mountains
and their tree.
World's the cloud,
mountain is me.

Intoxicated…I waited
watching moonless sky.

dull and dry

How did we arrive here?

Perhaps, we are all God’s angel
Send down here with clipped wing
Send to live and drink
To find love and smile and laugh.

Or we were all from hell.
One with vanished tail.
The lonely manifest,
Forever alone and grim-faced

May be we were both...
I know not what and where.
I search for  beer.

Gods created men
and left.
Now there are men,
men who made Gods.

Gods from Rocks,
Stone, sand, pebbles, wood.
From anything,
Anything they lay upon.

The bare wrinkled limbs
Carving divine eyes,
Celestial lips…
Giving Gods their halos,
and heavenly colors.

We buy our Gods.
And devout
to crafted Dolls.

… Built by same men
the same soiled, flawed
***** hand.
The sweat smelling stares.
Chiseled between foil alcohol,
inches of day break suns,
wax filled dark and
blinding ovens.

Minute granting forever.

And what do we bow to?
The Gods, or
Men who made Gods.

Sky spills over
silhouette of ghostly clouds
fading pink
drops of diffusing wine
into crystal clear water..
air filled with tinkling shards.
***** smells
upon my hand, my pale palm
my warmth seeking fingers on the glass..
wandering around checked tablecloth,
stained with fallen foods
and lost alcohol...

And grinning faces making rounds
flocks of laughter
known, unknown, grim, glee
I remember of Golden knobs
I once held.
which brought them here.
which brought me here.