i’m going home now.
anger was red on your cheeks.
i a mute anchor.
abysmal
upon a slipstream.
a slippery slide, a dream.
hear tartarus scream.
journey men
three generations
it takes to get to their home.
the journey matters.
hazardous winds
the crook and blowhard
full of cheese and whining noise.
could a windbag win?
night light
shards of white sunlight
penetrating and quite bright.
slicing up the night.
spit and grit
can we understand
how we formed the common man.
from grit, spit and heart.