Walking amidst the

ancient ruins we forget 

that we'll share their fate 

A face emerges 

from the crowd and suddenly

the past is present 

Don't let the crooked

barker break you on the wheel 

of grave misfortune 

Bodies of plastic

and minds of broken glass make

for perfect flunkies  

Sometimes bittersweet 

is better than cloying and 

ache outshines cheer

Cursed blinking cursor

mocks the moldy mind that can't 

create a bon mots 

Fling certitude from

your window and hope for a 

better tomorrow 

The fruit rots on the 

vine while babies are torn from 

their mothers' frail arms 

I saw a bull of 

a man lost in labyrinths 

of his own design  

The world's problems leak

into view no matter how 

big the blinders are 

Listen to the bird's 

twittering if you can hear 

it above the noise 

 

The snake begins to 

nibble at its tail before 

taking a big bite   

Hyper aware of 

your own faults you fail to see

the knives sharpening 

Night sounds abound and

wake sleepers to the truth of 

bloody gnashing teeth 

A dream within a

dream you once had suddenly 

broke through into day 

Lives lived can sometimes

be lies told to yourself or 

others til its true 

Culture, carpet bombed 

by buffoonery, wobbles

but does not fall down

Time to waste or none

at all but what you see right 

now fading so fast 

Stare out the window

hoping for inspiration 

but find only trees

A ghostly scent of

jasmine carried me away 

briefly to my home 

Blissed out or booming

voiced there was no in between

with my old friend 

Snap back to life my

little flower I pray but the petals 

continue to fall 

 Let the emails pile 

up and the dust gather as 

I mourn for the world 

Serendipity 

is better than a siren's 

call but not as fun 

The sun calls this morn

in a strident tone to wake

and feel its warm light 

You better beat your

silver spoons into shivs for 

the night is coming 

Dust motes in the sun

dance as they recall past lives

as living beings 

Lop down the rose bush

to spite its beauty but it

comes back twice as strong 

The bonfires burn bright

hoping to wake sleepers stuck

in eternal dreams 

The famed clock tower 

in Bern with all its beauty

can't stop time's passage  

 

 The candles have been 

blown out but the smoke rises 

still with your wishes