A few more poems from my phone

November 11th 2017


There ere times when city lights become hypnotic at night. 

Cruising down an empty road chasing your headlights. 

Going from lit pole to dark and back again.


November 11th 2017


Night’s a fickle mistress

Sometimes she demands your dreams

Other times your watchful vigil


Which it is

You do not know


But you heed her call one way or another

Your body rules the roost for you

Even when your mind cannot


November 12th 2017


The gradiated

Yet defined

Colors of a sunset


Objects against a sun

That light straining for its last chance 

To escape the horizon

That doesn’t involve 

The mirror that is the moon


December 4th 2017


Some nights

I stare out at the cold

Wishing I could bring a little cool

To let me sleep


But nothing comes


So I bide my time

Watching Jack Frost at play


And hoping idle times are nigh


December 12th 2017


The lyrics come easy

I can even hear the music

But I can’t right it down

And my fingers won’t catch up



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