the imagery of light plays heavily on the use of...
all things cast a shadow, living proof of...

aimlessly I fondle the frozen words trapped in...
hoping to resuscitate a glimpse of yesteryear...

I have this gift, that I have been given
to stay in the moment...

can my growing old, be translated into words?
old friends swapping stories, of ailments...

lost in a dream, eyes shut to block out starkness!
building with my imagination, our future...

my path going forward, clinging to the cliff face...

I adopt the pose of the Greek “thinker” of old...
[believe it or not that was a pickup line for me...

crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...

a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...

when I am short on inspiration, searching for...

driving in the fast lane, burning up a life
like firecrackers on Gi fox...

“me” I am who I think I am
my heart humble? or just an ego driven prick...