Somewhere in the world
The mattress is comfortable, our neighbours are kind –
they gave us some spare clothes to wear –
our Father went over to the promised land –
he told us he’d wait for us there.
Writing to a Friend (Part 1)
Why would you bother,
with any of it, with any of it at all,
with nowhere to lay your head,
it spinning like a ball.
The Wise are Filled with Doubt
I sat with my professors
philosophise as they teach
“be careful,” they said “clanging bells may drown out,
the conclusions that you reach.”
The Road
The road is filled with burning wood
people leaving, told they should
grab some clothes and hit the road
and hear the windows behind explode
Castle in my Mind
My neighbour, with his driveway entrance,
hardwood double doors
and the multi-level rooms,
over gleaming, silk-screen shores
Freedom
This freedom of speech, how do you defend it
is it so close to your heart that you need to befriend it
dignified silence, jettisoned, forgotten
views contrary, sullied, putrid and rotten