Trance conflicted mind trace the tick tock of a master on the wall,
Controlled motion of dwarf-syndrome deformed arms and pointing hands
...
In the ethereal white darkness past twilight
The growl of the wind rushed to his ears.
Trees buckled, bent in the sway of the fierce storm.
The twist of the roving watch light cut
...
Lying on the grass under the pre-dawn sky
Where stars still pulse their existence.
The wind chimes alive in song
Hanging from the porch I helped build.
...
In the quiet darkness I rest against a tall maple
In the absence of buzzing life my thoughts are free and capable
My mind wanders in the calm moonlight
Every sound is amplified in the still night
...
I thought as I said “You do when you want to”
You’d look with a sneaky smile and I would say
“You think so? ”
Or was I not as once but true
...
Couch Potato
Trance conflicted mind trace the tick tock of a master on the wall,
Controlled motion of dwarf-syndrome deformed arms and pointing hands
Navigate the stubble that reaches from the skin stretching into a world of unknown
Continuance.
The middle of incomplete in a horizon of malcontent wasteland
Of lack luster and inconceivable meandering.
Wasteful interval of uncertainty and beef jerky boredom
Movie watching marathons leaping into an hour beyond skull numb meltdown.
T.V. screen watered eyes itching with throbbing thumbs,
Can't pass this level, seizing unconsciousness.
Dogs screaming annoyed hunger for affection,
Pizza aroma intoxicated tattoo glass bottle sweats misplaced porcelain ambitions.
Twisting ceiling fanning down hair streaming from the open window
Where outside a bird lands in the blue haze of morning aglow.
Crickets carrying their musical instruments to depths of darkened crevices
In the worm caked moist skin of a breathing crust.
The grabbling sky of silver cold heat probing
The chair that smothers a waist alive in slumber and no determination
To move from in front of a liquid plasma high definition
Surround sound drumming euphoria.