These things I've done.

A Table by the River

The brilliant Moon holds no joy for me.
It's soft glow, cast of silver or gold,
Ought to be a treasure to behold...
No longer.

The beams of light imprison my soul.
Powering the Ocean's tides,
The Moon stirs my memories.
Tainted not of its own design -
It's in my mind the taint resides.

Trauma?  Tragedy?
I cannot say it is so,
This is what lays me low:

Under a Moon wondrously bright,
Our fates shone.
A stream of liquid light,
Washing away our faults.

Leaving bare... all her beauty
                     all my beauty
              all our beauty
       all a memory.
Beautiful. Alone.

From my time on the lamb...

The Stranger

Absurd. Endlessly Absurd.
Alice had it easy.
A trip down the rabbit hole,
A known unknown.
Where was she?
How did she get there?

Rubbish. The easy end of Absurdity.
Marvels and Monsters without -
Confusing? Yes. Frightening? Sure.
Not maddening as monsters within...


Seeking

Don't make mountains out of molehills,
or so the saying goes.
Sound Advice, Folk Wisdom,
Fatally Flawed.

A molehill is a mountain
... if you are small enough.
... if you feel small enough.


Rocket's Modern Life

Chasing the answer,
the McMagic happy meal.

Find the angle, make the grade,
Dancing on life's razor blade.
Turbo charge your time,
Erase the scars left behind.

Crystallizing perfection's palace,
One step ahead, getting there again.