Category: Travel


A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

There’s a boldness
to the pen, each
sultry stroke,
imagining creation
wings, up
and away,
carrying bold
minds, nearer
the brink-
etching crystal
canvas, des mots
they flow.

A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…

Pikes Peak

Eyes closed,
listening; snow
falling, angel
kisses brushing
rosy cheeks,
firmaments frothy
burst forth,
exhaling-
flakes dancing
aerially, winter’s
ballet.