Windows rush into my brain
Crying for no pain
Then as release comes alive
A target of surprise
Moments shift into a view
Causing shifts into wind
And slowly what was a gold tree
Looses its leaves in sly
Shut and closed for weather seal
Locked for another season
Tag: shut
Doors (day 1464)
Coyote, I have a calling
I have no saying
Nothing to relate
To be told what to do
Do you remember where I walked?
What houses I stopped at?
What doors that opened
And which ones you then shut?
Pushing Defeat (day 792)
I am pushing away my talents into a pit full of defeat
Losing my sense of touch as I turn off my eyes and shut out my ears
I am managing my vices into small little pockets
Keeping them close to reap what I fancy while ignoring the pangs
I am losing my stability that once held my shoulders back and head high
As I slouch forward at my torture all day passing wisdom into ignorant ears
I am glass without even a foggy decay bouncing about the oceans surf
No message, no inside, not even a small culture clinging to the rough edges
I am falling into the lost pages of all the dusty books
Pressed flat to be a disconnected memory with a faint lingering scent
But alas, I am a strong thought late at night when all else settles down
When the moon rises and coyotes howl and the sheets rumple at thy feet