(2013)
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…