Nothing but fictional logos.
A place to put things…
when there is nothing but comfort between you and me.
Storage sheds made of un-evolved wood.
Denizens that have come and gone.
Potted, elemental, melting pots…wary of humans on the sly.
Mixed with pedigree
breeds of shelter goods.
All in tow…lulled to the question, why.
As I watch,
my venerable hound,
purposely toil her way up the passage,
decidedly being syrup slow.
The thoroughfare is muted.
Not a cloud dresses the sky.
Not a gesture of intolerance crosses her mind.
He is, after all, ‘a restless spirit on an endless flight.’
The noblest of companions.
With a side of heroic proportions.
While laying thick…in the purest delights.
Unaware to anything, I secretly watch my sidekick…
As he sets forth to ride shotgun.
No high-priced gadgets.
No over stuff toys for fun.
Gratification, always raw.
Peace of mind, forever new.
My four-legged child’s first day at school.
There is peace on my mind. But in a fit of sanity, I placed it down deep where no one goes.
I had been waiting for the sun to come out and,
However, like a cat in the night searching for non-existent light.
Sometimes, satisfaction is a message I cannot always find.
With a fluent tie-dye sky set into minutes of changing moods; A revelation, of sorts. Mystically, set in writing, to grammar school, red…
“Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.” Dalai Lama
“I can be in over my head. But, contentment…Will always be…A pet that needs to be watered and fed!”