sweeping windy night
a trace of the wilderness
sipping something sweet
Category: Poetry
In Life, In Death
in life, you sit alone
acquaintances, two friends
tears of loneliness
in death, crowds mourn
a moving elegy from whom?
fighting over caviar
Person
a bee sits on the tip of a black hat
The hat sits on the head of a person
and the person is considered selcouth
a bee has nothing to do with the hat
The hat isn’t connected to the person
and yet the person remains unique, odd
Toilet, Toilet, Toilet
Lost in the deep fog
echolalia sets in
Where is the toilet?
Karma
the grip of it all
she felt the rush of blood
blurring the spaces
disintegrating dreams
the burn of karma
Peaceful, Alone
a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana
Imagined You
grey sky, falling leaves
rain swept sentimental day
grey thoughts remain still
listening to the winding
additional cup for you
My Ghost
Petrichor dreaming
a conversation with you
Ghost on my shoulder
Press
Fall intensifies
Watching and scrolling all day
Forgotten website
A big blue button says, “Press”.
A laughing Jeanie appears.
Sunday Dreams
the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams
C & K 