Terminal Musings

Finding my way

Man on the Street

You can’t be a sociopath if you like ice cream.

But, of course!

April 3rd, 2015

In Memory of a Boy

I watch you kick an imaginary ball
Again and
Again
Long, under hot-headed halogens
And for a sudden
I am as you
Unfettered
Unencumbered
Free!
In all the moment

January 19th, 2015

Where?

Watch her walk there –
Black leather boots
Heels smart on concrete
Then quell, skewer the marshmallow
Soft; willing white
Center
On the metallic pole
But where joy?
Where abandon?
Where more than ritual
duly completed?

January 19th, 2015