water

eat the stale bread.
don’t worry about green dough.
working for the man.

john is just lonely.
never knew love from mama.
wide hole in his soul.

closet skeletons
hang heavy like iron weights.
comfortable crutch.

it is at low tide
that we dredge up our dark dregs.
time for spring cleaning.

the rambling man’s mind.
a carnival of chaos.
time dawdles behind.

night falls over heath
as i lay me down the deep.
swapping death for sleep.