Let's be Frank,
Bruce, or Wally,
You're in the loo,
A modern lad,
You want your jollies,
In one hand you scroll you're iPad,
In the other you're texting,
"? what I - M doing?!"

So much depends
On the black cat
sleeping on the red sofa
flanked by two white pillows.

Skyward streak of light,
Sun glints off satellite,
Marionette play.

Tenacious ice spike,
A Sun lit jewel at noon,
drip, drip, drip, drip, pool.

I pen my thoughts
upon the bottom of a hidden lake
that reflects a moon,
in the way old men shake
with quivering lips
that worry bead
each any every breath
that zoetrope lives mislead.
I too rise each day to a cellophane sun,
that tricks and flutters
vertigo dreams
upon a bed of Hazelnut wings.

a red moon tonight,
star mat, arch framed in night black,
lunar eclipse.

Silent assumptions,
have sunk more boats,
than all the guided ordinance,
ever manufactured.