On Higher Ground

Can’t hold back the tears of my suffering
desperately in need of some mothering
Responsibility doesn’t come cheap
Hopefully all I need is some sleep
to strike an acceptable balance
between business & pleasure
where laughter & pain meet
on a winning streak
finding contentment on Easy Street
once all is said and done


Before I Sleep

The winds are picking up
– houses, trees, vulnerabilities –
– speed –

Before I sleep, still thinking:
“Surely, I’ll have no words to offer tomorrow”

Yet after coffee & a cigarette
floodwaters begin to rise again
and again my thoughts awaken
and take a stroll across the page

Knock, Knock

If I’m asleep – don’t wake me yet
for tomorrow is uncertain
behind its velvet curtain
shielding me from the light
of opportunity