[“Your mistake is you tell the king what he can...
- Sir Thomas Moore to Cromwell, A Man For All...

Late at night my dreams are crowded aside
by tumult arising from concerns from without...

Other people’s stories hold a certain glamour
that oft feels missing in ones own life...

I met you on the riverbank
it was in the spring of the evening...

Branches gently scratch the roof of my tent
as breezes filter softly through the trees...

Neon guitars and Day-Glow stars
no longer put a grin upon my face...

Never let a day
go by without at least once...

There were Jesus freaks who had no seats
at the feast of counterrevolution...

The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...

She took no chance with the security line
clutching her ticket between her teeth...

Multitasking means
cluttering head with so much...

Pain is not suffering,
Pain is a message...