Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Friday, October 14, 2016

the autumn leaves have got me thinking

Coots play their autumn games in the pond
which men desire to conquer, lest they bogey,
while their stogies’ smoke drifts past my window
Sitting broken, I watch their world shrinking
like the ink in our long lost letters