this is a must
to earn the trust
of the ones who move past;
with barely an eye
for any subtle detail
let alone your face
your voice
your soul

approximäte trust
approximäte love
approximäte compassion
approximäte interest

you must
approximäte
human

and then you may walk
unnoticed through the crowd –

a sheep in wolf’s clothing

The deepening thrums
Of the ever present drums
Pounding far off from where I am
Betrayed before their time
By sharp flashes of chaos
Tearing the bleak black to pieces
While the wind lends it’s chorus,
And I am lost within the terrible;
And caught beneath this cracked dome.

It wants me for itself;
I see the teeth coming In the dark.

the morning
is breeze and bright light;
it is light playing across
the dappled green leaves
and baroque dances in the air
and she,
she sits and awakens –
a flower unfolding
with the rising of the sun

the world beneath the settled skies
does not care a wit for me and mine
not a even a little…

it sighs and breathes through wind and breeze
and dims in the eventide pale blue and orange
without a thought for my vast accomplishments

the earth heaves in places and sags in others
as mountains are lifted and valleys carved
beneath endless canopy of stars who are unconcerned

with me

neither grass, nor hare, nor the cat, nor even the fly at my side
lend much of a concern in my direction

but i am not disturbed by disinclined neighbors;
am i not part of the whole?
a creature amidst creatures; a thinking bit of forever
trapped for a moment with these others
awaiting the journey on…

mama took a man
one unremarkable day
and he gave her a boy
the following May

born of sweat and shame
born of bleak necessity
but never a sense or thought
there would be born any equity

so with this exchange
he never did stay
and in his stead
shadows held sway

gone and gone with good
no firm hand, no song
just a rusty old coin
and an hollow “so long”