I get a buzz on the slip road
pull up in a lay-by, connect you to my hard drive
she’s a viral firewall breaker
stiletto dances the accelerator
I keep searching in your eyes alas it’s not you
a brief glimpse of surprise and that’s nothing new
well this armada must go on and out to sea we sail
these havens shall be invaded a victory speech I hail
falsify a document so watertight in stone
crumpled to a wretched husk a barren totem pole
watch me swim and dive and struggle to find air
one day we’ll note the date and time when we surfaced there
one day I’ll laugh and joke that parallel lives can meet
only when you rock the boat cause the waters to breach
only when you’ve bailed out just enough to float
the beach receives the jetsam and flotsam from a battered boat
and the thin man in rags picks the bones of the wreck
talking to himself and themselves
in a tongue only we understand and upon whose shores we would tread
he shakes his head and walks away
the seagulls cry mockingly over the moonlit bay
Filed under Philosophy, Poetry, Travel
Late morning left asunder
room filled with golden wonder
it’s our time to come alive
Turn over roll in clover
Our melt will soon be over
Feel the buzz inside your hive
and I’m sure that we’ve sprinkled the seeds of spring
got an inkling this movement might change everything