Basking in autumn light
A homeless man aloof
His walls exterior
The sky above his roof
What a day like today
Must be for the fateful
I in my pleasure dome
Questioning my grateful
Monday, November 8, 2021
A distortion exists
A distortion exists
A breached reality
Not a broken promise
And not duality
A fragile filament
Acting as a lighthouse
Ships seeking safe harbor
Lured into a shithouse
Sunday, November 7, 2021
Across sunsetting fields
Across sunsetting fields
Sensing longevity
An oak standing in rows
Yet, purely brevity
The beauty of being
The good and bad and such
How much it means to us
But that, too, is not much
Privacy and fishbowl
Privacy and fishbowl
My mantra, a motto
A dingy mid-ocean
Silent winning lotto
The message is not mixed
Not visiting Venus
Our two bloody thumbs meet
It's not intravenous
Saturday, November 6, 2021
Nothing left on these bones
Nothing left on these bones
The carcass is picked clean
A skull head in the sand
Even vultures can glean
First life is gone and then
Anything life-giving
A circle of mushrooms
For a tree not living
Friday, November 5, 2021
Up above silent planes
Up above silent planes
And below on the ground
Fall shadows long and stretched
On this small piece of round
And all the come what mays
That never came to be
Are not in this round hole
With this round peg of me
In a forgetfulness
In a forgetfulness
Waking a sliver slice
A sequence of seconds
Gone forever suffice
Even the packages
Tied with ribbons and bows
Are suffering the loss
Of who recalls or knows
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