Stories of shipwreck
and desert islands
can point to loneliness
experienced in society,
De Foe being one.
It is so appealing to me
the child I was and man
I have become
to live some kind of secluded Island life
so appealing that I made it become real
and have no regrets
unlike Robinson
so Robinson Crusoe
can go hang.

An army of drones

****** recognition
And voice recognition

And the "happiness industry"
Employee productivity

Britain's enldless
Security cameras

All these devices designed to
Record, recognize, to objectify
Human beings

We are human beings
We are not machines

Never
Is the Vine
Closer to the Vintner
Than during
Pruning.

There were places I should not have gone
Like the path of squeaking tires
On rainy nights
Skidding

Slipping
Falling on top of each other
A highway pile-up

With flames raging in the air

"You remind me of that,"
I tell this moment as it passes me by

The leaves above my head
Fire engine red
Softly waving in the breeze




The water doesn't wash the color away

One man throws a fist in anger at the whole wide world
while another man prays for the same world
its all a case of perspective, a view from the hill
and the places are interchangeable, always,
its being Human that counts.

rushing through the hallways
of my mind
everything seems unfamiliar
   foreign
i don't feel the comfortable embrace
   of knowing
     any longer
because i don't know
   any more
the confusion that's set in
leaves me exhausted
   and frustrated

*erasing the past
then trying to sketch out the future
proves i am less of an artist
than i originally had thought.