Little did he know
Chicken little
Rolling up the road
Without his mother
Lost from its mob
His mouth shut
Not a single peep
Wide eyed stare
Into the dark night
Moon rocks up
In the night sky
Its light shines
Onto the road
Where there was black
Now is light
Where there was fear
Now is trust
Chicken little peeps
Blinks his eyes
Starts walking
Into the light
Of a road train
FREE SMILES AT THE BAR
One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face
One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind
The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air
Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind
Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare
Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth
One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways
Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain
Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box
Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality
Toast!
Pirates of the Internal Seas
One eyed Captain steers the ship
On the open ocean
Lot of water passed him by
Since he started sailing
Crooked teeth in a wrinkled face
Smell of whiskey and tobacco
Emanates from his robe
His trimmed parrot flew to freedom
His one eye looks at the sea
Humpbacks make tall waves
Rocking the ship right and left
Making the lunch hard to swallow
The crew resting after the meal
Having finished all their jobs
Cards are on the wooden table
Game of life and death
The captain glimpses a submarine
Aiming in their direction
He beams with excitement
Something to conquer and hunt
Submerged in the ocean
The submarine feels no pressure
She can go down any moment
Into the depths of the waters
Who has the smarts to lead
Who is the Captain of their ship
And can he outrun the submarine?
SEARCH & RESCUE
With gusto
Chasing a ghost
Don Quixote
My life story
Without high heels
Stepping up
Through the jungle
On the front line
Crocodile tears
Have no use
Been here before
Dried up banks
Resilience pays tax
Body cries for rest
Stubborn head
Chews another hour
Building trust
Into the night
Secret space
Walking shadows
Unveiling new show
Ice sculptures
In the heart
Burn with desire
Change of a tire
