Fleeting dots mark my notebook So organized in their randomness. The work of a restless mind They speckle the untainted whiteness. Flowing from my pen in a rapid fluid motion Caressing, nourishing each unborn thought, “Continue”, they say, excited by the rebellion – At the end of my sentences …dot dot dot! These unreasonable reasons, … Continue reading An untold story
#dark poem
Making decisions
Unseen in the multitudes of empty heads, I watched your performance. You basked in all the glorious attention, cracking jokes at my expense. My mind read all your cues, though the heart denied understanding. You've left me no choice now, but to stop pretending. Written for Whimsy Gizmo's Quadrille #20 on dVerse
The Grateful Dead 