A charcoal grey sky
prelude to gloom
no sun allowed through
the curtains of doom

Life much the same
to the thunder and rain
no light at tunnels end
prediction is pain

In life as with weather
storms come and go
darkness has limits
the sun will eventually show

So batten your hatches
to ride out the storms
when the darkness finally passes
you'll find sunshine and warmth

We all need a something
my something is this

The smell of the morning
the taste of your lips

A dream , a life simple
rarely life is

But we all need a something
and my something is this

Moon,Oh! moon
'tis a shame upon you
you failed to give full light
when the hunters needed you

They all lost their footings
and fell to the ground
their souls made to wander
no longer ****** bound

burn
smoke
eyes water
****
puff
pass
get stuck
out of gas
sleep
counting sheep
read
what does my life mean?
high
im just shy
broke
but i have enough money to smoke
green
thats what i need

the day's breathe
runs thick in my brain.
a heaving mucoudial sigh.

words play tag and dodge
but will not stand still
prefering to run and trill.

the hum of traffic
soporforic....
and it
takes all of me
to concentrate on
the simple art of
driving....

i am at the end of this day
so drawn out and opratically
long...

i sit now, numb,
from all the academic,
angst and drama.
in the car,
in the driveway.

the home straight,
laid out, right before me.

the lights on in welcome,
inside husband and child
dinner for the table
the fires warmth beckoning


but still i sit
here ensconced,
in the quiet cocoon,
of the car, parked in the driveway.

where,
no one wants
or needs , a piece of me.