loud whisper

hardly masked
more than single trinket asked
the pacing
the saying
light stretched to stay
to wonder
echoed from the routine mist dust
did you forget?

Sink Hole

Dust covered in the hills
 the rusted debris
forgotten by the sunset
fallen, to let
without a leaf blowing in the wind
without the plane signal light, over
no wading through the breadcrumbs,
the mud of past water
no water here

The Spell that Stuck

Single minded big ideas
from the little ones
tongue tied serious
using magic to make a statues
in a stone house

photographs are not bad
to remember
but a statue is better
binding us together
cast in stone
forever.

Walk

Again
the alarm lock rings
like a broken record player
again
rings with the call
to walk
away
when will the survival stop?
the vacant people staring
the empty space when I hold my hand
no one to hold

I wasn't here from start
a plant suffocating on the wrong soil
bursts of sad sun, heavy air
they are here first
I droop, yellow heart, weak

The walk
pulling up the confused roots
there is only one route
walk away with the next shrill ring.

Once upon a time

There was a man
who grew a little older
he lived in a house on a hill
without too much
a can of soup
a room with a view


and a distant diamond sky for the nights