On Travel.

Tale #1

He put on his best black suit and wig. Caught a flight to Goa and watched her float.

After hours of travel he was back, and he wet his floor.

Tale #2

He was in a cage, part of a troupe. During its travel, a masked man stopped the truck.

Bang. Last Meow. Whimper.

The King never got to choose.

They Slit, I Riled

They did not talk, instead slit my throat
and I lay their muddy
dead
and irate.

They did not say, instead slit my throat
and I lay their
without a host
riled up
and waiting to shoot.

Obscurity Slow.

Slow death of joy brings a peace like no other
Ignorance fills his mind and I rumble.

I go up on to the throne
and I play slow.

No attention. Invisibility. Despair. It all comes back like
it never went for a hike
and I wish to lie alone in
my creative lair.

A New Dawn

To this day I salute:

A new word is forged,
as I lite my lighter
with strength forgotten
the ideas come collide

Dreams ride along the River of
Resurrect, soon shall minds
be torn

The hearts of wonder
rise asunder
as I talk words of blunder,

To this night I arrive:

As a new sandman
rises, amidst the picture
it survives

A length of idea
is prolonged, as a story so
foretold. 

The Simple Things

My old friends, they made me smile

It was a gradual rise as the day whiled.

She brought some news, a shocker

of change, whether it was a boon or 

a bane I didn't ask her.

Another had a new talent,

one which I wished I hadn't

not pursued.

Hiding in the Head

My head hurts and I begin to write.

When Time Was Zero

The crispness of the fatal
arrival of my
natal thought of people's
daily betrayal
stung hard and soft
on my brain's tissue skin
fresh and lean.