Some Days I Mind The Ants

Some days I mind the ants, Scurrying at my feet in mesmeric trance, One seems to be wandering 'round without a concern at all, Another dutifully carries a parcel to the colony ensuring not to stall, Some days life is brusk and I gambol on by, Undoubtedly killing ants in my trance without a wonder … Continue reading Some Days I Mind The Ants →

Cross-Eyed Jaded

Cross-eyed jaded, Filigree of childhood faded, Her embraces slackened with time, As I found myself boorishly tracing the rhyme, Her fortress rife with battlements, Sharpens in the waning hours, When sleep grants gentle recompense, I reach for her in narrow hope, Her gates might unwind, This time as one of her kind, The sentries chuckle … Continue reading Cross-Eyed Jaded →