clear the decks
washed away like a downpour this dried and dusty self so long ago outgrown...
deep currents
bound within your walls and flash frozen like a fourth phase of water found...
tripping along
tripping along familiar grooves worn too smooth from use or tumbling down another round...
rusted out
a single strand of rusted barbed wire tacked to an old gray fence post...
until it’s gone
we treat all life so cheaply until it’s gone and then with head’s bowed...
out like a whisper
i words afraid to whisper in a lover’s ear (for fear of the fool...
nothing in it *
with your feet in the air and head on the ground try this trick...
still the monkey
if infinite monkeys tapping away on computer keys can’t possibly create the works of...