Wanderlust
Sometimes the anticipation of travel...
My mind
is the cage...
"All I see is a solipsist perception of a mass...
There are a lot of false prophets amongst us
That is very good with a speech...
Look inside, What do you see?
A reflection of a used to be...
The squawking parrots open
the first bars of morning...
I have the power to fix people
And if I can, I should...
I can’t write you poetry,
play guitar...
The Lure
To a fish near a line, it is a thing of beauty...
I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...
As a small child
I made a big promise...
You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...