The Storm in My Dreams
20 October 2023

Like a mad storm,  shards of glass, hail on ebony rust,
The whites of my eyes, people, portrait busts on busses,
Filled with those left behind, but no where,
Shredding tired stares. Wait, another room, stairs.

Traffic fills with the noise that chaos brings.
Illusion of love,  a devil sings.
Dark red clouds, maroon skies, fushia trees,
******* stumbling, falling on leaves. Frees.

No power, stop the rain, still the winds, stirring sawdust,
On the butchers’ floor, stick my heels, mussing..
Old friends invites a celebration that exists.
Empty those that I sadly miss.
Thoughts dance, twist.

I wake, zen mind, leaving the detris in my last sleep.