Time to leave
troubled thoughts...

And I
no Houdini...

A sometime nostalgia
to do as of old...

Sometimes
you need...

In the end
I'm flogging...

The images
the ad men love...

My obtuseness
got in the way...

From the unlikely
bed of weeds...

Stop
the flood...

A facile eye
skimming the surface...

On my waking
I saw my collage...

Who do I
want to be...