Gzzirlch

Hello,
I'm drowning.
I am not, but it feels so.
Beautiful isn't it?
Within ripples of uncertainty,
and shadows of chaos, in shelters of naked darkness and pauses of thought,
I lie curious.

Breathless.

Patient.

Thank you for your audience.

Little boy's plea

I wander the streets that bend
around time, and show me corners
of pages long forgotten.
A memory strikes me like lightning
burning the picture in my mind,
charred I stop.

I do not yearn for much
more than the simple things
in life.
On an endless quest looking
for something that can't be found
only given.

Time Machine

Pictures from home glow

Warm yellow.

Different hats, different masks,

Different costumes of delight.

But the book, sitting by the lamp,

Smiles to itself and the cigarettes

Take me out to the cold-

The smoke, snake-like, spiraling, sinful.