sit among the silent snow
falling into a deeper drift
away into nothingness

someone explain
changes in everything  
yet stars remain

falling in silence
snow blankets white forest trails
hearing just whispers

time speeds up
distance traveled grows
sands run out

pink morning glories
spiral buds drip sweet nectar
suitors soon arrive

love to hate
when nothing is left
all the rage

if all the cusps before
felt like THE cusp of something big
then this is the cusp that feels the biggest.

images sold
tell a vision
silent pied pipers
master strings
puppets along
manipulation
mass population
asleep

misty dawn
falls to morning dew
feels like rain

i'm back from the dead
covered in red but alive
eating bread daily

all take offs grounded
icy wings rendered flightless
lucky penguins swim

love in being here
content staying forever
within this embrace

pure water flow
cool current revive
wash away

I wander in hopelessness
this barren sea of humanity
my hope fades to pity
in a world of uncommon ground
stuck on an island called isolation
resigned to watching fruit grow
on a lone mango tree
waiting for a perfect tide
to catch a simple meal
oysters clams muscles
and if I am lucky
a succulant spiny lobster
a cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade
as I watch the sun descend
on this lost society

feeling your breathing
fanning embers deep inside
burning me alive

I remember when
Cleopatra
made the cover of
Dynasty Magazine
the quarry
was rockin
that day

spring breakup arrived
without anything to do
winter barely came

first light now sooner
winter darkness in retreat
restlessness arrives

vibration
our energy creating
in space between us

an ant carried a moth
dead of course
with no remorse
but with pride
at his find
on this July 4th

bobbin robin
plucking earthly protein
bird buffet