Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Surgical Sunset


Shes standing at a bus stop waiting in always uncomfortable shoes. 'Scuse Me' asks about the bus and the beach. Hes's on a journey to his last sunset and is frustrated by age and inability. Help is given and hope passed on and she will never see Scuse Me again but he will see his last sunset. Perhaps he is already gone.


Emotions torment the return of a different beast. One more sleep and then what will she do? Perhaps the lillies will come.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Beneith the stars


Beneith the stars, cold and blurred she is englufed with youthful freedom.
The life created thus far, satisfactory, the moment created thus far exemplary.
Life is fullfilling she says to the warm hand engulfing hers. Friendship.

Watching over in cruel irony is the encroaching counter balance she has seen looming. Instability. Determined not to lose the warmth within. "I am strong" she reiterates. "Stronger than ever before."

Nevertheless the instablility worms its way in. Bringing memories with it in flashes of sadness, unwholesome dispair.

A rush of air. The weight of a balanced exertion, powerfully counterbalanced, yet devastating to an unwelcome opponent. The balance is necessary, it is part of the punch. This time use a sinewave for good measure.