The taxi seem to float
gently above licorice streets,
shimmering with last morns
rain still wet on the lips

The signs seemed forboding
declaring a destination,
almost attained and almost
enough to turn heads awry
leading into a long goodnight

Anticipation rode
anxiety to gnaw an aside,
though outside all was still
a Michelangelic statue
in a blink and a stare

In a thousand seconds
fear turned a coward
into a brave night,
the unknown awaited
but so would regret

An eternity of corn,
Years and miles of that golden grain wave
In a monotonous dance of sun worship.
A stationary ballet
Performed by phalanxes of aspiring cattle feed
Celebrates their hostage audience.
A brief intermission is ushered in by an errant tree
Or a wayward rodent
Unaware that they have stumbled onto the stage.
The hypnotizing dance resumes,
Instantaneously numbing the mind and blurring vision.
The heartbeat of the nation is reflected in the
Rhythmic undulations of its heartland.

What has become of the undone

flickering screen
models of seeking
the night slinking in
the portion held open
below on the street
the footsteps of the
creepers beat

once you were a soft
survivor beneath your
blanket like a broken
doll...speaking in
shattered worlds in
the dead of sleep
sitting straight up
for a voyage of words
then back lost in
the depth of your breaths

happee three jay!

I went and came
Joe... Jess and Jayne
all have one thing common
all are humane
and
all have a relativity too
the common letter J

don't feel jay
Ian
we all love you too
many dawns we have also seen
young bard still you call me
i love it
so do continue
and
may be some day
you will know
ere you go
who was Loved too
may god bless you
KIDS OF GOD!
All so nice to me