My yeti

The yeti stalks me from ice cubes
His face melts into my glass
Soon he is inside me
Like he always was

The sun grows my tracks in the snow
Or was I being followed
In the same steps
It must be awkward for him
To make my feet so heavy

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Drowning in the now

Upstream begs forgiveness
Downstream runs cold
Memories like shadows under rocks
Stretching from the sunimage

Bursting like bubbles flungĀ  across the tops of mossy river stones
Floating away like chalk dust in the afternoon sun
Leaving us in the rush and chill of the moment
Drowning in the now

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The death of summertime ;)

I laid down on an August afternoon
Feeling weak I closed my eyes and let myself go limp
Soon I floated on soft waves of dreams
Smiling on my happy ship

While I slept
A cool breeze came across the day
And took the Summer’s breath away
And I awoke to find the sun much lower than before
The leaves seemed pensive hanging there
Waiting for what death had in store

I pondered autumn in my garden chair
And listened to the wind
I closed my eyes and thought of rain
And soon was asleep again

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Sweet Pee

As my bladder expands
My brain shrinks unsymmetrically
There are tiny explosions in my mind
Decisions are nearly impossible
All the birds are of prey

As my bladder shrinks
My brain fills in the rough spots
Water falls and cools my mind
I look down on circumstances and smile
All the birds sing sweetly

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The comfort of confusion

The comfort of confusion
Brought about by one’s own hand
Is rarely to be fathomed image

Or felt by another man
In fact it creates confusion there
Not of the comfortable kind
More like a prickling needle
Or avalanche of the mind
So build with clarity if you must
These towers in your soul
But leave me to my tempest
And let my billows roll

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