June 10, 2017

Guarding Lions

Kings that sit at the head of driveways.
Waiting for what?
Sniffing the nothing.
The world darkening and nearing sleep for us.
But for them, a day begins, and the night is their playground.

June 5, 2017

Dylan Record Skips a Heartbeat

He looks at me
With fiery eyes
Bob Dylan repeat
No hard tries
You'd let yourself be followed
Let me be glue
But I step away now
I have nothing to offer you.

Wings of Night

A cleft of sky through weighted clouds
Black wings circling
A winter's night pulls it collar close
Through slitted eyes, watches a day dying.