Suckerpunch

It’s a heavyweight I wrestle with
I shadowbox with earthy clouds
They hit me hard
Knock me out

I fold when my gut is struck
The air in my lungs escapes
And I fall to the ground

Sweat blends with tears
I am bedazzled with them
On my knees
I sparkle
Defeated

When I entered the ring
I never thought
I’d be undone
By my
Oponent

The Wander

Once
Long ago
Obsidian eyes scanned the distance
Between heart and mind

It was marked with rivers
Inlets
And lonely islands

Few survived the journey
Yet everyone set out to try

Traveling the meandering path
Gaining companions along the way
Losing them too

On a scenic route
Where white flags waved gently
Where thoughts held up traffic

Where laughter was confused with weeping

Landmarks appeared
Like paintings on a wall

Those of the loved and left behind
Spirits

Past
Present
Future

Fiction is Fiction – Is Your Mind Open?

I do not write of dragons or spaceships
Yet
Perhaps some day I will

I write about the mercury
That rises and falls
In my veins

The diamonds that are mined from
My eyes
When I feel something

I set fires in dark corners
So you can watch them burn
Or let them destroy you

You can deny them too
If fire’s not your thing

Perhaps you choose your books
Like you choose people
What does that say about you?

If you only like dragons and spaceships
You’ve closed your doors
Maybe your mind

In all that grey
What’s the matter?

Peregrination

The clouds float so slowly
White, tinged
Roasted marshmallow puffs
Soft subway cars for the chosen ones

I watch them from the copper sand
My eyes sting when the wind blows
I wait for my train to roll in

It whistles on rusty tracks
Stirring dustscapes on either side
Like the mane of a lion

My skin is golden
I have been layered by the sun
But I travel light

The train pulls up
Comes to a grinding halt

Spit drips from the self-proclaimed angels above me

I board my train

Time Keeper

The skin of the drum is smooth like mine
A hand glides across it, and my heart beats faster
There is a rhythm in who I am
Something ancient

Summoned with a touch
The base of a palm
Fingertips

They take me away
Place my heels in dreamscapes
Where I have lived a thousand times
Birthed and buried
While the bara played

In the distance
The horizon opens its arms
Tucks me into reflective ripples

The drum keeps time
Its skin as smooth as mine

Pressing Forward

You’re lying if you say
You know where you are
Where you are going

All you can claim
Is where you’ve been

I am here
I guess you are with me
In this moment
Welcome
I like your company

This path is laid out
I am pressing forward

I am tired

My legs have traveled
And want rest

My load is heavy
I see yours is too

Let’s set them down
Shall we?

There’s no rush
Unless you have somewhere to be

I could stay right here
I’m done with the rocks
Under my feet
This weight on my shoulders
This relentless sun burning down

Do you know what I mean?
I think you do

I came here for solitude
But I like you

You don’t ask anything of me
You just listen

How ’bout we simply stay
Look around
Take in the beauty around us

You can leave any time you want to
Thank you for your
Company

The Lone Wolf Howled

The trees marked midnight
The moon had a dull ache
The wolf wandered
The pack never noticed

On a path to hidden woods
The wolf slowly travelled
Free and afraid
The smell of blood
Dangled before its nose

Sorrow in the air
Drew a soulful howl from him
He’d been here before

His bones ached with loss
His hunger grew strong
From his gut emerged a shapely, pale ghost

It morphed into a man
A siren
A long-haired banshee
A monster

He sprung forward with an instinctual rush
And swallowed the phantom whole

With a beast in his belly,
The wolf continued
To the darker corners of the forest
His only company,
The spirits he kept within