Dogs are barking
Though none to be found
You're stuck in your cubicle
Devoid of all sound

The radio plays
But a voice yells in your ear
It's not part of the song
The one you know so dear

Sitting on the sofa
Just reading a book
Your names been called
You turn frantically to look

Alone everytime
You just know you're losing your mind
Perhaps you are correct
These voices say inside your head...

Chill give sway
to tropic breeze
rain consume ditch
and shallow space

mock spring
frogs, birds sing
fools believe
spring’s arrival

frigid air
soon returns
frost burning
hearts too frail

blue
like the sky
before night
swallows you.

Ten black crows
in a red-budded
cottonwood tree
basking in the eerie
glow of the waning sun
bruised, livid sky
weighted air
waves shush, shush
on the receding tide
serenity reigns
but I can feel it
hovering offshore
a curled fist
wound tight
ready to strike