Passport ticket and travellers cheques
Gigantic tin can capulted into the sky
Locking the door carrying two suitcases
Opening a door to an uncertain future

Reality has shifted by a few tiny degrees
And left everyone a little out of sync
Easyness has disappeared invisible and
Unquestioned in the past couple of years

Lacking the courage to make a clean break
Seeing a film of jaded dissolution settle
Understandable of course but not acceptable
Honest eyes and easy smiles were now needed

Life waylaid by regret drowning in untruths
Glancing skyward a plane flew low overhead
Answers were finally within reach and a
Shadow was to become real life flesh and blood

A throbbing head,
An empty heart,
An abrupt end,
A beautiful start

A black truth,
A white lie,
A still sea,
A dark sky

A severed bond,
A frayed rope,
A sincere prayer,
A dying hope

so he came quite early really,

little fuss or bother, drank

his coffee nicely.



#summerhouse



as did the next one, with

news, that is taken positively.



#belling



so we move forward gently, knowing

now , the man that visited every

sunday, will do so

no more.



#timesup

sbm.

I practice Being Peace
out here by The Artist Colony on Hood Canal
collecting treasures and Bright Dead Things
the moon snail nesting in the Flatland  of my palm
a Gift from the Sea carried ashore
on The Torrents of Spring
it may take A Thousand Mornings
to attain a Mind of Clear Light
to transcend earthly Crime and Punishment
to consume knowledge hidden in the Weathered Pages
of this Book of Luminous Things
but I carry on - Skinny Legs and All
Burning Daylight street preaching
The Teachings of Don Juan
"looking, looking breathlessly"
for internal coherence in this
*Brave New World

I'm ready to die and become a ghost
Not your love could ever save me
Not any love
Not myself
When my insides were always constricted by razor wire
And sharpened knives live close to my heart
And poison is my answer
And unhappy endings

I've had my moment of joy
And it's all over now
I can look forward
But I see not much but darkness

I'm ready to become a ghost
As I always feared I would
A lost soul, misunderstood
A broken heart
When my fingers were always lightning bolts
And I am nothing but a hurricane
The brutal squalls of water
Longing for peace

I was always a hand to hold
Reaching out
When no one reaches back
She tells me that she misses me

I'm ready to die
And roam forever
Haunting those who are haunted by memory
She tells me that's she'll miss me
I know she won't
And however can my soul
Rest in peace?