Diagnosed

You seem to be characterizing yourself as
mentally unstable and physically decrepit.

That's funny, almost.
Let's be frank here, alright?
The headlights are a little dimmer and
I could do with a nap in the afternoons.

Not Far From Here

A boy scout caught in the tornado's path
under his cot in a musty canvas tent
repeats his motto like a mantra
and it helps to steady him,
but has no effect at all on the wind.

There are these times when anything you can say,
any explanation you can offer,
is just weak and falls flat.

God's Will
someone will say and
should probably be slapped.

Blow Out

Mr. Hyde is no
longer hiding
apparently.

Laughing Hyenas - Desolate Son

Song Of The Slain

I was remembering
something horrible,
a moose engaged in its final
battle with wolves
bleeding, tiring, dying
and not only that
but there were ravens
hectoring it -
going after its eyes.

We often romanticize nature,
what we call its harmony,
but when someone needs to eat
someone else is going to get
their heart
broken.

Reflected

Sadly, we watch a greying man
under great and unconscious beauty
and he is thinking about the time wasted
imagining it is so long
hungry, longing, waiting
realizing now the ship has sailed
he can still see it on the horizon
wondering how he missed its docking
the beauty is still visible
even if he has to squint
but he cannot answer
whether it could ever
really be touched let alone
held.

Neruda - Tonight I Can Write