Hands deeply pocketed, a stone is kicked, to make it dance and skip along the path.
Only to divert to the edge of the dock where, with a plop, it sinks, swaying as it sinks and dances it’s last dance and invisibly, it slips away to the deep.
The marina is quiet this time of the morning, before the melange of students, workers, runners and walkers wake to greet the new day.
As I turn up Cambrian Place, the home of ship owner’s, maritime insurance and the purveyors of coal and grain.

Brave acts
Inner courage
To act with true feeling
Unafraid of future actions
Courage

“What color would you call that horizon?” she asked,
as we walked along the waterfront at dusk.

“I really don't know. I'm not good with the names of colors.
Sometimes I think people just make them up.”

“Well, let's make one up for our sky tonight.”, her offer.
“The sky looks mostly blue and pink along the horizon,
but it's changing quickly. How about ‘blinkish’?”

Do you think I’m being silly?”, her abashed challenge,
as she looked for the telling smirk I can never hide.

He wears not a cape of red or gold,
but a shoddy cloak of black and hood.
Sickle in hand, banging on the floor.
A bony finger beckons me, once more.

Hypnotized by the eyes beneath the cover,
Falling in line with every jagged breath,
rhythmically two stepping into his grasp.
Skeletal hands I clasped until death

And as the world around me went black,
my soul weakened as we left,
time was slipping so fast, I was safe at last.
Safe at last...safe at last.

There is a station
In every nation
Where we all meet
Our final destination.

Sometime the line goes
Clickety clack
Only going forward
It can never go back.

Sometimes the train
it gives you a jolt
But it never stalls
And doesn't halt.

Glimpses of things
That lay
In-between
Which tell of the things
Untold and unseen.

We hope
Were going
in the right direction
And we'll be on time
to make the connection

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic
as freedom to trumpet thoughts,
ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane,
especially if president number forty five
courtesy wealth and/or stealth
dons the mantle as de facto fractious tyrant
of these United States
come November 5th, 2024
methinks perchance mankind always vain
n'er did appertain
moral hike polar opposite

Why do you Let us fall apart,
Continuing the crumbling crooked walls,
bridge pieces collapse and are hauled off in a cart,
I can't see how this problem resolves,
memories that aren't shared by no other,
hopeless Chills begin to fester,
because everything I try makes no progress,
to smother this flame and reassess her.

Pressing my muddy leather boot down to the chipped
chrome scuffed pedal. Free hanging Tendrals over toes
Wheels screeching like screaming banshees searching
For lost Souls

hot fucking fireballs of light cylinder wheels
smoking to a rock 80s symphony. A kiss ass dead track
and matching break neck speed that can't be tracked

bouncing rattling tin sheet molten metal rack
rebounding off the square shell shack,
ears pinned to dance with the dead track. Ball of glow

Close my eye
I see you

You aren't dead
.
.
.
I just
Have
To
Close
My eye.

I see you.
Take me with you.

I thought I found who I was
But I ran from her

I made connections in ways I never had
now they’re lost

I came back to what was known
im reminded why I fled

I don’t know how to be comfortable
I avoid it

I wish I could let myself
be

Something scares me
I find it so eery
The idea of forever

I don’t know how to give myself
Completely

There’s always a little voice
because of you

I wish I could find turn it down

I wish my biggest enemy wasn’t me