The torn veil billows

to reveal a hint of what 

lies behind the lies 

 Change can come in a 

shock of pain or a slow dive

into the unknown  

You, so enveloped

in your life cannot hear the

muffled screams outside 

The hardscrabble makes 

for hard-nosed choices like 

Solomon's judgement 

The sun drops amid 

a burst of crimson and plum

but dark thoughts intrude 

Trademark every word 

and copyright all thought just

not mine (©)

 

 Born out of time but

that gives us the long view to

see the coming end 

Call out into the 

void and hang your head when you

find it's only echoes 

Shifting sand and waves

that stagger with a crushing

force won't drown me yet

Walking along the 

river I composed something

clever that's now gone 

In slanting light cut

by shadow a starling waits 

for its flock forlorn 

The wind blows down the 

way we once stood against the 

waves that now drown us 

Commercialism 

so crass it sucks up all in

its path to the soul 

Late that night I thought

I had the answer to life's 

mysteries, but no 

Serendipity 

sometimes needs a nudge, she said 

giving me a wink 

In line at the store

a stranger told me his life

story in minutes 

A whiplash smile and 

a heart full of buzzing bees 

we had once or twice. 

Nostalgia and drinks

we hoist up and down in gulps

two old friends again

Tumbleweed down the

day towards the next dawn and wait

for the bloody sun 

Inject a bit of 

                        chaos routine into the

and shake off the dust 

Flows the river down

a rushing torrent devours

the land it laid with

Find the beauty in 

the mundane (I wrote this as 

I did my laundry). 

Let the song surround 

you, seep into the soul and 

remind you of home

Stare up at the stars

at the light predating the

oldest book or art 

The burned out house got 

a facelift but they could not 

cover death's shadow 

A younger face stares 

out from the faded photo 

as if to ask why

You wait patiently 

for the dribble and dregs but

soon you'll snarl and bite

A madness has seeped 

in, slithering and sucking

it steals our senses 

I used to drink 'em

under the table but now

I am the table