￼ I'm most excited when the cat stops meowing, if a lawnmower crossed with a glockenspiel can be called that? This is because I've booted him beyond the range of my hearing. You might think this harsh, evil even, but I assure you, it's not. I'm always wearing my softest slippers.
This white noise surrounds and consumes. There is an overstated necessity to its infernal clutter, a relentless pace. I don’t want to plug my headphones in, turn on an app of falsity to find the relaxation I desire. I should sooner stick my head in a lake and shout at the fish. Is it so […]
Starlings chattering Another morning conveyed In clickety-clacks
There’s a crow in this picture, Yet he seeks to deceive. Motionless, he stands Pretending to be a branch, or twig. When I turn away, he caws, A crow’s laugh at my ineptitude. He may have won this round, But when the sky lightens, I shall have my revenge. Oh, yes, my friends, For as the blue reveals him, I’ll caw back so loud that […]
From balcony of twisted iron, Blackened bars flaking away, I watch the dawn traffic; Too many, too loud. Headlights overpower the sunrise Dazzling eyes that yearn for a view. I take another sip of bitter coffee And wish for only one thing: That I was Elsewhere.
To be a crow on witching night And caw at all and give such fright Such blessed change from normal fair When people just do not so care As in the light of normal day That rusted voice just grates away And forces all to rant and rage At timeless call, at ruckus caged So […]
This is a post inspired by a chat with my good friend, Spumoni Caddo. Check out spumonicaddo.wordpress.com for some wonderful poetry. It was unordinary, Extraordinary, An unusual scene, A milling of children As if in a dream. For weeks I’d had Solitude, Peace on my own Now all that I dreaded Invaded my home. But […]