I stopped at a desolate fork in the road
My feet felt heavy, burdened by shoes
Took them off and winced at torrid asphalt

I walked until i felt the weight of things untold
Looked up at the sun in search of clues
Guilt consumed me because it was all my fault

The man with the gun is truly powerful.
The man with the pen will take your life.

There is an unwriteable in my life,
An unspeakable in my mouth,
An undreamable in my sleep.
Such a hurt,
That I cannot even skirt
Around it, hint at what
The unpermitted is.
A blank space in my head
Once remembered,
Now consumed.
As a doe absorbs her kittens,
I unlearn myself,
Unwritten from existence,
And unspoken evermore.

Nothing moves in the valley today
the sea is a flat silver platter
one sheep calls out plaintively
lost and alone easy prey to imagination.
All the winds of the compass silent
blown themselves out of breath.
This is a time of waiting thankfulness
a day few and far in between all mayhem.

The silent depths of creation;
welcome home a traveller.

Born to run a race and return;
laden down with love gifts.

The female form and flesh used to be my favourite
now I am just as happy with a burger