New York Trilogy

Canvas souls stretched
over secret pasts.
Watcher becomes the watched;
faded, disillusioned,
outcast.

Words thread their warp -
the tales contrive.
Plotlines emerge, unveil
his world, disconnected,
unkind.

Aquarium

Fantail dives and darts in his bowl
As, carefully, the flora and ornaments are removed
Filter changed, airstone cleaned and algae scraped
Water changed and all replaced,
and after the cloudiness has gone,
he dips and swoops,
waiting for the face in his window
and the Feeding Hand

A Day Like Today

Outside, snow falls, melting before it lands. In the background, the Cure play moody melancholic melodies.

Interminable inaction suspends me like a modern-day Hamlet; tragic and silent. To avoid the flames of despair, my world falls; tattered, rag like.

Hope better plans come to fruition.

The snow falls, the music plays, and I wait.

I wait for the words to come, that I may leave this forsaken place.

The snow melts.