Thickening shadows
Slowly morph into darkness
Bringing night once again.
Thickening shadows
Slowly morph into darkness
Bringing night once again.
A quiet evening
Filled with rampaging pixels
And virtual guns.
The music in me
Is desperate to get out,
But it’s not allowed.
Transcendent moment
While grokking the Grateful Dead.
Beyond description.
Why do tax refunds
Coincide with car repairs?
Never catch a break.
Trying to find time
So I can practice guitar.
Helplessly hoping.
Sleep pulling me down,
Snagged on the back of my eyes,
And it won’t come loose.
Still devastated
From the loss of my hard drive.
All new poems lost.
A cool morning breeze
Rides the waves to the shore,
Then crashes on rocks.
A borderline crisp
Morning assuages the heat,
Just ever so much.