top of page
Search

Feathers

Each thought is like a feather

Five million of them a day

weighing less than a pound

by the time my head hits the pillow.

And I sleep lightly tonight.

The elephant lifts gently off my chest

Circus headspace decorations

Hanging around inside my mind.

Like pockets full of dreamlands

and memories of my mother.


I'd like to wake up and remember

details from my ambient journey.

Little flickers that I find

vague and hazy remnants

negative exposures

from boxes in the basement.

Emotion packed in sepia

Forget the years I don't need.

Open about the fact

I'm afraid to remember

the early days.

Recent Posts

See All

Liberation is a phrase we ought to use more often Matriarchy in her glory our solution to soften Egotistical governance nailed in the coffin Equity gradually crowned now she the queen pin Justice make

My image is not half of what it should be. Developed in red light, developed some rose flavor. Kept her warm backdrop. Told herself she lived in afternoon glow forever. Like a light switch schedule ap

Hold out for the long haul, like the old days In the brightened room of your pleasure. Where my heartache is your treasure, In this strange place, I'm just hoping for some changed pace or some time a

bottom of page