In The Meantime
Before the Peanut Butter
He was sitting on the sofa
reading a book about bugs,
telling me all the interesting facts
Cigars & Scotch
Something smelled like tobacco –
Not the soft sweet kind, but
something stronger.
The dark, frightening scent of power.
Dammit.
He screamed at me
the biting truth:
“There’s nowhere you can go to
escape from yourself.
You can try to hide from the world,
but you can’t hide from yourself.”
And finally I saw,
I acquiesced,
I succumbed.
Have you seen him?
strong jaw
broad shoulders
rough hands
and a soft heart
Python Island
a fight between
the sea and sky
brewed,
gaining fury
until the sky began to roar
and the sea belched foam
against the hissing rocks
Rearview Mirror
red tail lights
streaming into the night
fanning the flames of rage,
of longing
Twinkling
starlight
shimmers
on the water
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Slivers of silver
laying in the sand
shining in the moonlight
What have you been doing all day?
poking holes in "reality"
to let the Truth
ooze through
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