Be the rainmaker
Not the drought.
Fill the clouds with water
Not with doubt.
Fish
I’m on the line
With the hook in my mouth
I’m thrashing
To break free
Because I am young
And stupid in the air
That I can’t breathe.
Recluse
It’s time to
Once and finally
Slam the door.
No more travel.
No more chores.
No more mandatory fun.
No more walking beaches
In the sun.
No more.
Song Five
You are my belt of Orion
My eyes look North
Because of you.
You are the one
My eyes follow –
The stars shine for you
You don’t believe that –
But they do.
You can’t believe that –
Because you are you.
Song Four
The future arrived today
As a boxcar of burning books.
On a siding near a warehouse
Marked “Tomorrow”.