Monday, April 19, 2010

The Hobo

A hobo half sleeps
In the wake of a pleasant dream undone.

Gossamer threads,
His fair memories fade
Inevitably
into slow
dust.

But

The hobo half knows
Ends inevitably begin again.

Carnival rides -
When up becomes down
And glitter brightly
rises from
rust.


My Vision

A Vision Unfolds
In Blinding Sound
Soprano Deep and
Cornered Round

A Shoreless Ocean
Imagine Free
Within the Mind

Eternity