On the Rocks

This is where I find her, Where rocks tip truth into sea. This where my mind knows Not to accept what it sees. Pushing my life to the edge of the storm, I come to the ocean a lie. But dreaming may mend this image of self Where ego concedes with a sigh. And then … Continue reading On the Rocks

Day’s End

Day’s End On the last of days, I lit a Camel. Nothing pleases like a final smoke. Puff. The children of technology embark upon a diatribe of why they cannot end. Puff. The keepers of the faith know how it is written. It has to be this way. Puff. So they ignore the ocean’s last … Continue reading Day’s End