Polar Night

drifting on a floe
false dawn on every horizon
Polar night endures

High Lights in a Vacuum

the days fall
handles are illusions
Without edges

Clearance

accepts my memories
rendered obsolete
The second hand store

Childhood Memories

sharp intense reflection
random recollections
Appear as shards

Mortality

brushes my head
just a reminder
A crow from nowhere

Horse Latitudes

seeking the premise
to be sacrificed to the Sargasso
Searching the horizon

Praise

crumbs per square meter
redeemed by salivation
Manna scattered

A Family Tradition

from brother to cousin
fruit of our sheet metal loins
Touring the new car

Respite

from cessation
boredom survives
Relief comes

Fork In The Road

end somwhere
menu at a diner
All Roads

Drifting

secure from now
nightmares are the new present
The abyss of sleep

Hibernation

and eat their own
only Pavlov salivates
Bears awake

Horse Latitudes

no wind for the sails
caught in a conundrum
Better weather

The Sun Behind Me

searching for answers
revealed in self destruction
Chasing shadows

From Meeting To Vacum

everything is a good idea
seated face to face
Meeting a politician

The Nature Of The Beast

I probe a nemesis
there is no substance
With remote sensing

Seekers

seeking the sun
I am daffodil
Daffodils bloom

Return Of The Miracle Man

miracles performed daily
did anyone care
Travelling to the when

Ship's Master

wind in my face
where is this thing going
Standing on the bridge

Reunion

progress announcements
arrival today
Like Santa Claus