The washing machine
Rattles
And I think of high school *******

Ashamed
Of temptation I envision
A golden field
Burning in a grey Winter Sky

Hanging by the tip of my tongue
Love flees from my fingertips
Another notch on the belt like
The days, the months, the years

Numbers piling up

When did age become so important?
Wrinkles being the only way to tell time
Pain the only way to know one is truly living
Dreams ephemeral as the song of the angels
A lasting tradition never to be found out

Deep within these woods madness lurks
Underneath the tanned' bark of certain trees
A murderer picks his teeth with a rusty nail
The running waterfalls cease to crash
Midnight leaks onto the kitchen floor like spilt milk
And the wind - exhausted - stops to take a breath

Boredom thick as the pine and the bush
Rushing like the crystal river at foot
Unpressed by family in their telephone chatter
The dog waits at the edge of the door
In his eyes curiosity, demand, and vigor

There was something else I meant to do
A sign missed or misread
Maybe I missed a message in the mail?
A call that didn't come through

Seeing the glass murky in the mid summer sun
A nod, a smirk, a smile, a frown - blank
Beds made with the pillows fluffed dreams spent for bus fare
A knock at the door that is not mother

We try
Again and again for success

Not even knowing
If the wish will bring

Happiness or more

Further nightmares