In an iron sailboat
I begin the glide,
on the comet tail
of a dream

traversing the cosmos
it wound my way,
through the
unknowing Planets
to old strangers

on this journey,
the stardust
layering a new world,
is about to be gently
blown away,

as schizophrenic
butterflies escape
the corner of my grin

mysterious veils part
and closing eyes
twinkling with mist,

I shift...into a red dawn
onto the next plane.

An Old Man and the Sea

Those wise eyes
discern from a distance
we see the distant horizon
vast deep beyond
the expanding ocean
we linger in space indeed
to find a swift weed

as we surf along the waves of life
a tsunami comes astride
takes all humanity for a ride
none know where to hide
then we subside to the bottom of the sea
who are we?

the component of metamorphosis
safari and Yankari, when zing Zhao went exile
the emperor empowering jinn wei, founded gun intrepid
and R.P.G a new witches claws swoop swarm
for dusk and the dog, a sickling beside the butcher
anorexia tailor piece suit thaws pell-mell
spiral drip mechanic motor foal palings biscoe
rib-cages showing canary mercenary disco disc co-
that his voice were not truly sabotaged veterinary
himself from day slumber would have awoken,
drab loot moonbeams demand purple spaces luscious

Penetrating
multiple layers
of darkness
passing through
many shades of
darkness
the journey never
ends

At the far end
of a wormhole
rifled through
dense layers
of cloud
many billion light
years away, perhaps
is a dot
a tiny white dot

My home?
My birthplace?
Who knows?
but it does however
seem alluring

It does seem to be
the balm
I need
for my
bruised soul