2018, thoughts, Uncategorized


a line
that hovered on one wall,
went to the end
and then came back around
on the other wise.

three hours of thinking
of how if only I had not
followed those other two cars.
as I watch
the people in the court.
not the ones with the traffic tickets
but the ones who had to do this everyday.

I thought of a book.
something about always
having a towel.
the Vogon,
and so long and thanks for all the fish.
I felt sorry for those people.
there was a focus on repetitiveness.

it was a nightmare for me
just being there for a few hours.
think of them
for days,

[to be thought about more later on]

2017, dreams, notes, Syllable Tapestries, thoughts

Beautiful day

Beautiful day
The sun was open
Shining down
Dusk was the same
Took a nap
Had a dream
of something coming on my face
Dragged myself in the house
And to the bed.

At work the next day
People kept asking
Me two questions.
Did my power go out cause of the storm?
And what was the cut above my eyebrow?

What storm?
The day was beautiful
From my perspective.

And as for the cut above my eyebrow.
Well didn’t know it was there.
Not a mirror person.
Can a dream hurt You?

The next morning
I went out on the porch
To drink my Apple cider
Before I got ready for work
I noticed a broken plate
Where I had been lying on the porch
Gazing at the sky
The night before last
And the potted plant
That had been on it
Beside it
Dirt everywhere.

Then I put it all together.
Dreams can hurt you.

2017, Domina, notes, POETRY, thoughts

You say goodbye

You’ve got stars
moving across the sky,
a little too close
Forcing you
to open up your eyes,
That this was the moment
You had to say goodbye.

Broken dreams cower to the side
They could’ve conquered you,
But you let ’em go hide.
With all these things said
You must realize
That it’s time
you say goodbye.

She paces the floor
Screaming at you
Cause you won’t
give her money for more rock
And you know
It’s time you said goodbye.

The cigarette is snapped to the sky
It’s ember circling the eye
And she steps into the alley way
I reply
It’s time I said goodbye
Time to say goodbye.

2017, A Mythological Autobiography of a Wolf, notes, POETRY, thoughts

Annie and Mary

it’s funny what pops in your mind
while you’re working.
for me
it was Annie and Mary,
a pair of Aussie sisters I had when I was a kid.
they had totally different personalities.
Mary didn’t bark nor growl,
she just bit ya.
And there was Annie,
she was the sweatest thing I’ve ever known,
she was my best friend,
we played baseball together,
hiked together
even slept together.
But tonight I was thinking
of us swimming in the creek on the farm.